It's already midnight so you walk quickly. It's six blocks to Bügger. This is ideal though; bars close down here at 2:00 so if you have a rotten time, then at least it won't last for too long.
You arrive and pull open the door but freeze there.... is this the right place? It seems... wrong. Like the inside is somehow larger than the outside, and it smells like a kennel. There is no music playing and you can only see one table with a few old men playing cards. They all hold their cards over their faces and nobody speaks. A giant golden retriever wearing a sweater walks out from around the bar.
"Um..."
Suddenly you hear the crash of shattering glass and a body pummels you from the back, pushing you toward the floor. You do your best to roll onto your back and avoid as much broken glass as possible. You can hear two people arguing, but you can't make out their faces. And then you hear the barking and the growling... and then, the screams.
Nobody knows for sure what happened to you after that day. Some say that you simply went home and became (more of) a hermit. Some say that you were never actually there at all... that you'd been next door at Bügger during the incident. Others say you had left town long before it happened. Many say "...who?"
The prevailing myth is that you ran away with a pack of poker playing dogs and roamed from city to city. In some versions you were actually a dog yourself and just hadn't realized it until then.
Someone named "Joseph Shaw" now lives in your house, but he is clearly not you. This man prefers to stay in, eating and drinking, while scores of unread books pile up around him.
The End