You ever been to an old man bar? I mean, one of those dark, moldy places with red carpeting on the floor and Christmas lights from 1972 tacked around a mirror hung behind the shelves of booze? The place smells like funk and cigarette smoke, blue toilet cakes and piss and it may or may not have a jukebox or a solitary pool table that they put in a tiny room in the back so as not to disturb the people hunched at the bar.
It is a place for serious drinkers, people who don't look into the mirror behind the bartender, a place where no comparisons are made and hitting rock bottom is a thin memory, like faded photographs of a Disneyland vacation taken with the family as a child.
What? Too melodramatic?
5 comments:
Sounds like a typical Elk's Lodge bar.
Andy! Where ya been? XOXOXO!
Still around, blog-stalking you :)
These are the only kinds of bars I drink in. If I'm not the best looking and youngest person in the place, I ain't comfortable.
I've definitely been. The home of SERIOUS drinkers who start @ noon in their fave watering hole.
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