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TreSwank -> The Ambience of Hell (My Favorite Bar) (9/22/2006 6:41:17 PM)
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Earnie's Cafe is like a racial Chex-Mix, with the common, unifying thread being nitty-gritty, abject poverty. I like it alot, even though the restrooms smell really bad..........the kind of bad that'll excite even an aging, boozy whore's gag reflex. All of the slick-ass bruthas keep trying to sell me dope, but that just supplements the grimy charm of this town's oldest dive joint.
About 25% of the bars patronage consists of the homeless - musky transients drawn to the irresistible, wafting pheromone of eighty-cent drafts. Shit, when you leave the bar-maids a dollar tip, they fucking act like Ed McMahon just arrived in low-income housing with THE BIG CHECK.
The New Testament advises us lowly sinners to suspend value judgments on the lives of others, but common sense dictates that these humble town-folk are the smelly, compost-pile refuse of society. That's o.k.; the Swanksta can dig. I like to curl up and fester with the garbage sometimes. Hell........ugliness is spiritual manna with a Jose Cuervo kick. Ugliness teaches me the value of brutality, even though I'm a pastel-colored, Lifetime watchin' softie on the inside.
Philosophy, literature, abstraction....................It's all bullshit when you see the circus-act up close. These animals are well-trained, but I'll be damned if nature hasn't left those predatory instincts intact.
I think that I'm headed there tonight. Gotta enjoy life while ya can.
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