Silence Dogood

Running to the kitchen to grab a towel, I had to hurry to blot the water from the rug so the whole room wouldn't smell of that dank water spilled from my purple haze. It was a contraption that would bring happiness when used in its proper form. However, after knocking it over, often after being put into a stupor by it - it was bloody hell. The spillage was stronger in odor then the ammonia we used to wash the restaurant floors after closing time.

What's worse, my friends who were sitting on the couch in their own stupors, would just sit there and whinge about the smell all the while not bothering to try to help a brother in need. This wasn't just a beer spilling onto the floor. This wasn't just someone dropping there mac and cheese because they were so fuckered up. That could be dealt with swiftly or whenever. This was a two foot bong with water spilled onto my carpet like water spreads after floods. This was a fucking nightmare.

Bailey Street Blues

It was often that I circled the interior of the tavern at this time of day. I liked to walk the little circle surrounding the dining area and bar, so I can take a view of the 3pm barflies from different angles, seeing if in a different light or from a different vantage point I could draw seperate conclusions as they watched the TV. 3pm was a crucial time to do this, as this was the one time in the day that I could see every barfly's eyes light up. The look was one you see on people everyday, but not one you see often on any of these people's faces. The look was the one you've all seen before, it's the one where you know the person you are looking at feels good. They feel this way, albeit momentarily, because of whom they are watching on TV. See, it's Jerry Springer Happy Hour with 1/2 priced Lager scooners at the Bailey Street Cafe, and those at the bar just started chanting "Jear-ree", "Jear-ree", "Jear-ree". For a fleeting moment every Monday to Friday, those at the bar who need alcohol as much as want it, feel better about themselves as they watch Dawn beat up her sister Debra for sleeping with her husband Dave.

Jerry Springer Happy Hour. A sight to see.