mikeofaustin
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Last Sunday after a trip to the park, I stopped by my ol' watering hole where I went about 3 times a week for 6 years. I haven't been there in probably 2 years since, but everyone greeted me with hugs and kisses. I sat down and they knew my regular... Bourbon and coke. The bartender (my favorite bartender ever) brought me this glass about the size of a dixie cup. He told me this is what they moved to, no exceptions. This was different from the pint glass drink that I was used to before.
After I sat for a while, I started noticing that everyone there still looked the same but this time, sad and lonely, drinking on a Sunday in a bar that has rotten carpet and smelled badly. Grey box tape was holding the old bar stool tops together as well as the holes in the carpet to keep it from coming apart at the broken seems. All of the 12 inch faded tile on the dance floor was broken on ever corner with black grime in between the retreating edges. The lighting was a mix and match of brightnesses as you can tell that when a bulb went out, it was replaced with whatever was available.
For some reason, I did not miss this place at all. It was sad. It was once a second home for me.
After I sat for a while, I started noticing that everyone there still looked the same but this time, sad and lonely, drinking on a Sunday in a bar that has rotten carpet and smelled badly. Grey box tape was holding the old bar stool tops together as well as the holes in the carpet to keep it from coming apart at the broken seems. All of the 12 inch faded tile on the dance floor was broken on ever corner with black grime in between the retreating edges. The lighting was a mix and match of brightnesses as you can tell that when a bulb went out, it was replaced with whatever was available.
For some reason, I did not miss this place at all. It was sad. It was once a second home for me.