Dark Days, Dank Bars

dark days, dank bars

Hanging out at Doobie’s on a Saturday night, reminded me of my favorite hangout in Seattle when the wrong element took over…

Vito’s…so much for a quiet night…he came in silent enough but it didn't take him long to make his presence known…the drunks sit around the bar slurping their Jack & Cokes…“You want to play this game? You think I'm playing?”…violent threats upon silent ears…the queen stands up in the midst of the crowd, raises his arms throwing lit cigarettes around the bar…“Bring it on! Who wantth to fuck with thith thithter!”…jock in the corner gulps down the last of his rum & Coke sits down in front of the fag takes a puff then hands it to the jock who starts smoking…queen unzips the jock's fly and leans down starting his business…jock's girlfriend comes stumbling drunk out of the bathroom sees what's happening starts assaulting the queen hitting him with fists flying wildly…the fag keeps going about his business oblivious-like…jock says, “Knock it off, will ya, he might bite down or somethin'!”…girl throws her purse to the ground takes the cigarette from her boyfriend's mouth and puts it out on the back of the queen's neck…“Isn't anybody going to do anything?”…she gives up and storms out of the bar…polyester-suited drunk in the corner leans into his Manhattan thinking “would they like my Christmas album?”…bartender throws the jock's bill in front of him and walks away hands up in resignation…several of the drunks stumble away from the bar and follow the girl to her car…“Jesus, this is a fucking rescue?” she yells, “Well, it worked for Tori Amos!”…the four clamor into the car…another girl looks up at the bartender, “Is this considered 'hip'?”…the jock starts grabbing empty glasses and throwing them randomly about the bar, people duck for cover protect their drinks from assault…the queen stops for a moment…“You tell 'em, baby!”…the jock is doing reverse push-ups at the bar, screaming old college cheers waving his baseball cap in the air…“Woo-hoo! Goddamn, I've gone hip! I'm cool, motherfuckers! Eat your heart out, Details!”…bartender shrugs and looks around, “Last call!”…the queen stands up, “Motherfucking God, it tasted like IHOP!”…jock starts wandering around the bar pants down around his ankles punching women in the mouth for no apparent reason…quiet drunk in the corner puts his book aside…“I miss all the fun, dammit!”