This is Someplace Else
by Rp Verlaine, March 24, 2021
I know the uneven score when she tells me she’s been everywhere she can't return to.
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Walk-Crawl-Wasted
by Stephen House, March 22, 2021
creep exciting bender building plan ride vision drink night take-off
alone home load up six pack ale bubbly bottle wine from cask
public transport heading city down-town music hipster pub...
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In the End, It's Just Me
by John Grey, December 28, 2020
I could share my side of the argument with everyone in this bar
but instead I haul it before the judiciary of my thoughts.
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The Twilight Lounge
by Colin Deal, December 25, 2020
When you hit Tule fog, it’s like running into a wall of thick, black soup. It doesn’t start slowly and get gradually worse. It just begins and there is nothing to do but apply the brakes, make a U-turn, and hope that you don’t get broadsided by an oncoming vehicle.
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My Fake I.D. - Thank You James Darren Lascot
by Colin Deal, December 2, 2020
There were only a few times in my life when I felt truly free. I think I can count them on one hand... I can easily play them back in my mind and relive every detail as if it was yesterday. Each of those events had a profound impact on my life, but none quite as grand as the day I received my fake I.D.
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Karaoke
by Westley Heine, November 23, 2020
...Sure, in Wisconsin you could drink with your parents when you were sixteen,
but the beer just made me realize all the more how boring life in the country can be.
Everyone’s eyes glossed over while yelling at the Packers Game.
Drinking was more fun when it wasn’t allowed, when
I was off under bridges with the boys....
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Good Time Girl
by Mark Fleisher, November 20, 2020
...I decided to get drunk. Crippling drunk. Not off the 3.2 percent swill that Schlitz and Pabst called beer. I was going to get falling down drunk in a real bar. The only problem was that I was one year under the legal drinking age in the State of Ohio, and I didn’t have a phony ID...
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Wingman
by Jeff Santosuosso, November 11, 2020
Don’t worry, Tommy, she’ll be back. Look out the window. Rain. See, she left her umbrella...
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Harvest Day
by Westley Heine, November 8, 2020
I think of all the bottles of beer from the week before that have helped me get over my hard work, and helped me live with myself as I pay for this room. Toasts of joy, and hits of sorrow, to feel something, or feel nothing at all. Yet this is the best feeling: knowing that I am giving something back, even if it’s just recycling bottles for a few bucks per pound.
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Barstool
by Douglas K Currier, October 30, 2020
...But this is work enough, this drinking into oblivion every night
only to wake with the sun and have to start all over again...
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Dumas, pere
On Top of the World
Dumas, pere
by Cynthia Strauff Schaub , October 27, 2020
I tilt the decanter to the glass, the heavy one with the scene of downtown Baltimore etched in black and real gold, probably 24 carat. Not to be put into the dishwasher, though I do...
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Just a Bar
On Top of the World
Dumas, pere
by Westley Heine, October 26, 2020
These days, it’s hard to find a bar that’s just a bar...
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On Top of the World
On Top of the World
On Top of the World
by Stephen House, October 22, 2020
It’s about five a.m. and we’ve finally stopped dancing. I’m standing at the bar arm in arm with the big chic and the little dude, and Guy walks in. Fuck! It’s a bit of a shock! I’ve been expecting him to rock up in town, but I definitely didn’t anticipate him coming here to The Bar so shit faced; not now. I’m so not ready for him.
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The Art of Solo Drinking
Seventeen Miles to Mannington
Seventeen Miles to Mannington
by Hugh Blanton, October 14, 2020
Those saviors see solitary drinking as a sign that something's gone wrong—the only type of people who would drink alone are the hopelessly addicted, the mail bomb builders, the chronic compulsive masturbators. But then there are those of us who've discovered the joy of drinking alone...
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Seventeen Miles to Mannington
Seventeen Miles to Mannington
Seventeen Miles to Mannington
by Scott D. Vander Ploeg, October 13, 2020
...my workplace was situated in a dry county... No matter what the local leaders mandated, I did not plan on being forced into sobriety.
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Seduction: Mae West Style
Seventeen Miles to Mannington
Seduction: Mae West Style
by Marianne Peel, October 12, 2020
I left a trail of red feathers across the barroom floor,slopped with the grease from spilled fried pickles.They decoupage the floor with mosaics of a fragmented boa....
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Old Man in a Straw Hat
A Lonely, Solitary Independence Day
Seduction: Mae West Style
by Hugh Blanton, October 10, 2020
I listened as long as I could - waiting for pause. When I got my pause - I averted my eyes up to the close captioned TV above the liquor bottles...
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A Lonely, Solitary Independence Day
A Lonely, Solitary Independence Day
by Colin Deal, October 7, 2020
This past weekend was a bit of a vacation for me. I had Friday off, and Monday also, which gave me a spectacular 4-day weekend. So, I decided the most productive use of this mini-vacation would be to get out of town, and visit some of my favorite drinking spots in Sacramento... But the real story here is not a warm-hearted tale of a personal mecca to boozing nirvana. Not exactly.
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A Lonely, Solitary Independence Day
A Lonely, Solitary Independence Day
A Lonely, Solitary Independence Day
by Nicole Taylor , October 6, 2020
At Sam Bond's Bar I was missing my nephew Tom's birthday partywhile drinking double red Ninkasi Believers,while listening to songs with drunk Josey and Valerie,while watching traveling Michael on accordion and shells,and doing the wave dance...
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Sir, I’m So Sorry
Sir, I’m So Sorry
Sir, I’m So Sorry
by Joseph S. Pete, October 5, 2020
At the punk rock dive bar with the heavily graffitied men’s room where the wild-haired woman who reeked of patchouli whirled around from her studious hunch over the jukebox to face me eye-to-eye and lament it didn’t have The Dead Kennedy’s “Too Drunk To Fuck,” they told me I couldn’t order a pitcher of PBR if I were drinking alone...
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Winter Arrives
Sir, I’m So Sorry
Sir, I’m So Sorry
by Rp Verlaine, October 4, 2020
The bitter cold keeping me indoors as if it were a cop and I a suspicious person of interest...
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Last Orders
Sir, I’m So Sorry
Religious Experience at Joe's
by Helen Aitchison, October 3, 2020
The four friends sat round the table, stealing glances at the bar area. It was a gloomy February morning, frost lingered on the ground outside. Inside, there was a bitter chill, even with the heating on full blast.... Continue
Religious Experience at Joe's
Religious Experience at Joe's
Religious Experience at Joe's
by John Grey, October 2, 2020
It's a dark and quiet smoky page from the book of martyrs... Continue
Ode to Gin
Religious Experience at Joe's
Fear and Loathing in Reno
by B.A. Bittingham, October 1, 2020
Ah! Gracious elixir, good ally gin, come sit beside me while I rest herein from chaos and confusion that have been imposed on me to my chagrin... Continue
Fear and Loathing in Reno
Religious Experience at Joe's
Fear and Loathing in Reno
by Colin Deal, September 30, 2020
Reno is a benjo ditch filled with drunken cabbies, ugly prostitutes, and ignorant bartenders. It's a shallow grave dug especially by, and for, two-bit pimps... Continue