What were you doing in 1962? Worrying about missiles in Cuba? Wondering about Camelot in Washington? Or just hanging around the coffee house, reading poetry and bangin' beatniks? Meet the gang at The Bitter End. They lived like the French. Loved like the Greeks. And gave it to McCarthy right where they gave it to each other, in The Bitter End.
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