Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Bob City

you know you wanna go

From my hometown. Where else would a Quimbob come from?
I always liked these weird super narrow buildings. This place was a seedy bar with a steep step down that caused many a spill. The balls on the pool table would shake when a train went by. One night I was there, sitting next to some old geezer. He took of his hat & set it on the bar. He took off his glasses & set them on the bar. Then he took out his dentures & set them on the bar. At that point the bartender came over, inserted the teeth ino the guys mouth, set the glasses on his nose & put his hat on his head & told the guy to leave.
The place had standards after all…..

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