Hobo Jungle

[Tramp]

GT, how about this one?

"She curbed the Rambler on a dirty street in the Mission District near a fifties-style neon sign that blinked ANKS. Inside, Hank’s was lit by more neon. It even ran under the glass shelves loaded with liquor bottles glowing provocatively in the pink radiance. Red Naugahyde booths and black chrome-edged tables lined the left wall. The ceiling was covered in dusty Christmas decorations and small prism-hued bulbs that hung from black electrical cords. The foggy air followed them in through the open door as Pam steered him to starboard. They took two stools at the bar, the top rubbed by years of drinkers’ forearms, dull peninsulas in a shiny black canal."

Or this one?

"Entering Felix’s Lounge for the first time was like entering a still photograph from a book, Lost Barrooms from the Late 1930s. Of course in the thirties the windows wouldn’t have had iron grates, and the door, now protected by steel mesh, would have opened with a push—no wait until being recognized and buzzed into the place. The bar itself had remained the same though, with its horse-shoe shape at the entrance-end and its wide, curved mahogany lip, the top a sanded and alcohol-stained teak. The same huge mirror corralled by polished wood, a graceful arch with vertical amber lights resembling Grecian pillars, sentinels of the liquor-bottle forest. Mahogany booths and tables lined the right wall beyond the horse-shoe section. The cornice of a rusty and tarnished tin ceiling was hung with paper streamers and oversized Christmas decorations. In the center of the bar was a massive punch bowl surrounded by mugs as newborns surround a mother; next to this a red plastic ladle, and on the red glass bowl and mugs, white silk-screened script that read Tom and Jerry."

This?

"On entering the Trackside Bar, they were swamped by a warm fetid haze with a stench that almost drove Mary back outside; she had to remind herself why they were there. A pool table—at least that. All four patrons and barman turned as they approached; only the jukebox ignored them, strumming out a bleary country ballad. The bartender, his eyes mere slits, exhaled smoke and stuffed out his cigarette in an overloaded ashtray."

[P&R Pete]

Jon, LMFAO!!
Holy sh*t, look at all the fun I'm missing!
My box took a major hit, got something calling itself the "Klone" virus, my anti-viral program couldn't touch it, and it blew a hall in the wall, because in rapid succession, i got some 8 trojans and at least 2 worms, and my computer is completely thoroughly and totally f*cked. So it looks like I'm taking a westbound tankcar outa here for awhile.

But I called the redhead and told her she's been immortalized, and exactly how. She laughed like hell, and said "Tell that Jon I'm going to give him a shake he'll never forget!!"

BTW, I think the brick looks fantastic.

I just hope the barkeep filled your first beer inside a tin cup.

[gtfan]

Nice. I think I would probably drink at Anks.

Teeny bit of constructive criticism? In the second one, the words get in the way of the description. I had to read it a couple of times to get a mental picture of what the place really looked like.

The third one is simply great. You could build on the description of the room after Mary sits down and looks around (or maybe she doesn't sit.)

[Will]

Beautiful, Jon. But be careful of that "min-ky" (apologies to Clousseau)

Tramp, I have missed your purple prose. Did that book ever get to print?

Petey, so, not even an official howdy after I've been away for a year and a half? I have drunk with that redhead you know.

[2railjon]

Will, Thanks for the kind words. I can't wait to see more of your work, myself!!!

Pete, I hope you and the Mrs. enjoy it!!! It was fun making it with you two in mind!!!!!!

DDDAAAIZZLEEII!!!! Daisy!!!! Lets OPEN a BREW!!!!!

[2railjon]

Where are we drinkin' tonight?

[gtfan]

I vote for Pete's until Gomer's is remodeled.

[2railjon]

If one is good, both are better!!!!! Let's GO!!!!!!!! First round is on Pete!!!!!

[Daisy]

J%N!!!!!!~~~

I'm finally here and ready for a beer! Sorry I'm late, just got hung up downtown, trying to find an iron-knuckle guy to send Brennan's way to see if I can get my $500 he owes me.

Maybe I'll build a bar this winter too

[2railjon]

The dang sheep porker tuned cheapskate!!!!!!

[Tramp]

"The dang sheep porker tuned cheapskate"

One weird radion station, that.

[2railjon]

I give him 10 skins up front to wash me huntin dogs an a half bottle of chianti an thats the last i seen of the rascule!!! I'm fixin to pepper that boys hide.

[MartyE]

As the sun sets and the 7:30 frieght passes by...

[Daisy]

Hold on Jon, I don't think you should pop that boy's hide although poppers are legal it's true, I can't see you two doing them especially if he's been washing you and the dogs ESPECIALLY

[2railjon]

Marty, thems hilbilly strummin' fellas are makin' me feel kinda peaceful. Nice shot.
Dazzzy I was in a South Carolina Biker bar(Mertyle Beach) and watched as my Bro actually drank an entire bottle of "Locker Room". WOW!!!!! he actually lived to tell about it!!! After the empty bottle hit the table we all ran fer the door!!! Stuff started flying out the window, and then so did Big Dave!! WoW!!!