primitives discuss hanging around rough bars

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NNN0LHI  (1000+ posts)      Tue Jun-14-11 05:09 PM
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Anyone here ever hang out in any rough bars?

Used to spend my evenings during the early 1970's in one called The Bucket Of Blood. I am not kidding, that was the name of it. And the name was appropriate.

Knifings, shootings, you name it were a regular occurrence. Just about every single night. It was a little mob operated place in the south suburbs of Chicago.

Mostly bikers and dope dealers hung out there. I was neither. But I still hung out there. The bartender/manager used to sell shots of prescription cough syrup over the bar. It was called Citre Forte. He used to have this shit by the gallon sitting behind the bar. I have no idea where he got the stuff. I think it took the World Health Organization to get Boyle to finally stop making the stuff it was so popular during that time.

At any given time there were more joints burning than cigarettes. They used to have a stereo with a reel to reel in there that would kick ass. The mob put a stop to that because they wanted their jukebox filling up with quarters every night.

People would openly snort coke, MDA and any other drug they could get their hands on right off the bar like it was perfectly alright.

Cops wouldn't even come into the place unless someone got killed outright and they had to do an investigation. But they didn't want to.

Weird place, eh?

Don

City of Mills  (1000+ posts)      Tue Jun-14-11 07:16 PM
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8. So, what the hell was the appeal of hanging out there?

Did it make you feel tough? Were you just into people watching? Not sure what the appeal would be, but it seems to go against common sense to spend time someplace where you have a high likelihood of catching a bullet or blade even as an innocent bystander. Was it an adrenaline rush or something? Maybe I need to get out more...

NNN0LHI  (1000+ posts)      Tue Jun-14-11 07:24 PM
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11. Pool player for money

grasswire  (1000+ posts)      Wed Jun-15-11 02:37 AM
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19. Tip: Don't order a frozen daquiri in Butte.

rbnyc  (1000+ posts)        Wed Jun-15-11 08:39 PM
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25. My rough bar story.

So about 20 years ago I was on this long road trip with a friend and we stopped in this bar somewhere in southern Louisiana. This place was so isolated and in such an impoverished community that they didn’t even have pricing for their drinks. Seriously, people would come in and drink and pay at the end of the week with a bag of skinned possums.

I ordered a Jack and Coke and the bartender was so confused by me. He asked me what I thought a fair price was. I told him 5 bucks. He said that was fine. He took out a water glass and filled it with warm Jack Daniels and gave me a can of coke. The jukebox played for free. There were about 6 people in the bar hanging out.

It was sometime in the early afternoon. My friend and I sat at the bar and talked to the bartender who told us that this was a very insular community, that folks took care of each other and didn’t ask questions. If you say your name is Nancy, your name is Nancy. Most folks here are on the run from something. We should be careful. Stuff like that.

After a while these 3 folks came in (1 man, 2 women) and started talking to us. I grew up in the Midwest and am really bad at understanding accents. These folks were Creole and I couldn’t freaking understand them at all, but I somehow managed to figure out that they were inviting me to smoke a joint with them in the bathroom.

My friend did not want to go, but I was up for it. So we’re all four crammed into this dingy dive bar bathroom smoking a joint and the man starts rolling up his sleeves and pant legs and unbuttoning his shirt and showing me all these really intense scars. He’s talking the whole time and I figure he’s telling me how he got each one of these scars but I can understand him even less now that I’m totally stoned.

Trouble is, I’m way more than totally stoned. I’ve smoked a lot of pot in my day and even some mighty fine pot but something else is clearly going on here. I am really disoriented and am pretty sure this joint was laced with PCP and I’m getting kind of scared.

I managde to excuse myself from the group and leave the bathroom. When I do, my girlfriend grabs my arm and says it’s time to go. She pretty much throws me into our truck and tells me while I was in the bathroom with those folks the bartender warned her that she should get me out of there. Those 3, he said, had just the night before rolled some tourists and had a history of raping, robbing and leaving for dead folks like us.

I really don’t know if the bartender was just playing a role with us, but it seemed pretty authentic to me.

Lil Missy  (1000+ posts)      Fri Jun-17-11 04:26 PM
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48. There's that lesbian bar in Omaha ......

[Ballygrl]

Knifings, shootings, you name it were a regular occurrence. Just about every single night. It was a little mob operated place in the south suburbs of Chicago.

Absolutely not! the mob bars are usually opened to fellow mob members and friends, no outsiders would be allowed, and if the mob did own a legitimate for money business they would never allow crime to go on because crime brings police. And the mob doesn't OPENLY associate with bikers and drug dealers.

[Ballygrl]

And my rough bar story? my date leaned over to grab my hand and my fake nail was glued on so tight but I guess he grabbed my hand so hard that the nail flew off and hit him in the face.

[Ballygrl]

Also the mob would never associate with people who hate America.

[Revolution]

First story MIGHT'VE happpened, but I call bullshit on the 2nd. Way too outlandish, buddy. Try again.

[GOBUCKS]

Don's story is a bouncy crock of lies. He's still a boring DUmbass liar.

I'm waiting for a story about Bukowski's, and all the drunks Ty the bouncer has handled.

[franksolich]

Don's story is a bouncy crock of lies. He's still a boring DUmbass liar.

I'm waiting for a story about Bukowski's, and all the drunks Ty the bouncer has handled.

I was disappointed neither the Bostonian Drunkard nor the Taverner primitive showed up at this campfire.

[Bondai]

Liar's...everyone of them.If they were ever in a rough bar they would piss themselves.

[FreeBorn]

These people are full of sh!t. It has always been my experience that those who find trouble in bars generally deserve what they get. The seedy, grungy places where bad things tend to happen more often than not IMHO are the dives where the Deadheads and other assorted vagrants hang out.

This is my usual watering hole~
http://thevarysburghotel.com/home.html
Great food. Great people. Great memories.
I have never once witnessed a nefarious act take place here in 20 years. I have noticed though that when hippies do wander in from time to time that they tend not to stay. That's not because they are ever treated with anything but the proper hospitality but rather, I surmise, because the place is clean as are the patrons and they likely can't afford the menu. (very reasonable, BTW) Basically, it's not a sh!thole so they leave.

[BEG]

Once I had someone put a date rape drug in my drink. I had taken maybe three sips of wine then went to the restroom.  Went to stand up and it hit me. From feeling totally normal and not the least bit tipsy to immediately feeling dizzy and majorly drunk.  I couldn't walk by myself.

My friend came looking for me and she told me she was worried because this guy that started talking to us was asking about me and offering to take me home before he should have even known I wasn't doing well. She got suspicious because it had been in the news that Dallas area bartenders were taking money under the table for dropping drugs in women's drinks.  I had driven but she drove my car home and my husband drove her home after she drove me to my house. I passed out in the car, my husband had to come get me out of the car. I only drank THREE sips. What in the hell would have happened if I had drank the whole glass?

Edited to add: this was no dive, it was a trendy happenin' bar in Addison, Texas.

[JLO]

Absolutely not! the mob bars are usually opened to fellow mob members and friends, no outsiders would be allowed, and if the mob did own a legitimate for money business they would never allow crime to go on because crime brings police. And the mob doesn't OPENLY associate with bikers and drug dealers.

I totally agree about Michelle Bachman. 

I'm soft on Palin.  She just turns me off with the TV stars in her eyes.

[catsmtrods]

Shooting pool for $ in a bar is a sure was to gain an ass woopin! I call BS!

I used to hang in a bar in the 60-70'S that Lee Marvin would frequent. How rough is that!

[formerlurker]

rbnyc  (1000+ posts)        Wed Jun-15-11 08:39 PM
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25. My rough bar story.

So about 20 years ago I was on this long road trip with a friend and we stopped in this bar somewhere in southern Louisiana. This place was so isolated and in such an impoverished community that they didn’t even have pricing for their drinks. Seriously, people would come in and drink and pay at the end of the week with a bag of skinned possums.

I ordered a Jack and Coke and the bartender was so confused by me. He asked me what I thought a fair price was. I told him 5 bucks. He said that was fine. He took out a water glass and filled it with warm Jack Daniels and gave me a can of coke. The jukebox played for free. There were about 6 people in the bar hanging out.

It was sometime in the early afternoon. My friend and I sat at the bar and talked to the bartender who told us that this was a very insular community, that folks took care of each other and didn’t ask questions. If you say your name is Nancy, your name is Nancy. Most folks here are on the run from something. We should be careful. Stuff like that.

After a while these 3 folks came in (1 man, 2 women) and started talking to us. I grew up in the Midwest and am really bad at understanding accents. These folks were Creole and I couldn’t freaking understand them at all, but I somehow managed to figure out that they were inviting me to smoke a joint with them in the bathroom.

My friend did not want to go, but I was up for it. So we’re all four crammed into this dingy dive bar bathroom smoking a joint and the man starts rolling up his sleeves and pant legs and unbuttoning his shirt and showing me all these really intense scars. He’s talking the whole time and I figure he’s telling me how he got each one of these scars but I can understand him even less now that I’m totally stoned.

Trouble is, I’m way more than totally stoned. I’ve smoked a lot of pot in my day and even some mighty fine pot but something else is clearly going on here. I am really disoriented and am pretty sure this joint was laced with PCP and I’m getting kind of scared.

I managde to excuse myself from the group and leave the bathroom. When I do, my girlfriend grabs my arm and says it’s time to go. She pretty much throws me into our truck and tells me while I was in the bathroom with those folks the bartender warned her that she should get me out of there. Those 3, he said, had just the night before rolled some tourists and had a history of raping, robbing and leaving for dead folks like us.

I really don’t know if the bartender was just playing a role with us, but it seemed pretty authentic to me.

When did his girlfriend appear?   What happened to his friend?   

Why do I think this story is total bullshit?

[Mr Mannn]

What the bouncy REALLY said...

NNN0LHI  (1000+ posts)      Tue Jun-14-11 05:09 PM

Blah Blah Blah


At any given time there were more joints burning than cigarettes.

Blah Blah Blah


People would openly snort coke, MDA and any other drug they could get their hands on right off the bar like it was perfectly alright.

Blah Blah Blah

Don

This was never a biker bar, or a mob bar...this place sold drugs. Thats the ONLY reason a DUmmy would go there. If the bar was rough, the only lure that would drag a DUmmy to it would be the sale fo drugs.
There are certain underlying themes in DUmmy threads you can identify. The recreational use of drugs one one constant theme.

[RockMan]

That Don is a real man of letters.

[Tucker]

Shooting pool for $ in a bar is a sure was to gain an ass woopin! I call BS!

I used to hang in a bar in the 60-70'S that Lee Marvin would frequent. How rough is that!

I use to play pool for money in biker bars. Biker bars aren't bad compared to honkytonks.

[GOBUCKS]

I used to hang in a bar in the 60-70'S that Lee Marvin would frequent. How rough is that!

Well, I know a guy who crawls on the floor of a bar where Kevin Spacey hangs out. How rough is that?

[Tucker]

Well, I know a guy who crawls on the floor of a bar where Kevin Spacey hangs out. How rough is that?

Sounds like he's assuming the position.

[longview]

Weird.

I've run some pretty rough places while working with race horses and traveling since those days.  Occasionally there would be a co-worker or friend with me.  When they'd talk about what we'd seen and heard they used all sorts of exaggeration, IMO, and put motives behind what people did.  Like they knew.  I never  mentioned the stuff figuring it was just normal life for some.

I agree with catsmtrods:  Biker bars are often more peaceful and tolerant than honky tonks.

[catsmtrods]

The strip joints down south were the roughest places I've been in. I remember one in Columbus Ga. that we went into. It took about 5 minutes for an all out brawl to start. Of course we were drunk soldiers who had been in the field for 2 weeks and I took a taste of one of the strippers but hey was that reason enough to hit me with a bar stool?

[BlueStateSaint]

The strip joints down south were the roughest places I've been in. I remember one in Columbus Ga. that we went into. It took about 5 minutes for an all out brawl to start. Of course we were drunk soldiers who had been in the field for 2 weeks and I took a taste of one of the strippers but hey was that reason enough to hit me with a bar stool?

Obviously, someone thought so . . .

[GOBUCKS]

Of course we were drunk soldiers who had been in the field for 2 weeks and I took a taste of one of the strippers but hey was that reason enough to hit me with a bar stool?

Should have been okay, unless it was Chippendales.

[Tucker]

The strip joints down south were the roughest places I've been in. I remember one in Columbus Ga. that we went into. It took about 5 minutes for an all out brawl to start. Of course we were drunk soldiers who had been in the field for 2 weeks and I took a taste of one of the strippers but hey was that reason enough to hit me with a bar stool?

I was in a strip/clip joint in Columbus a looooooooong time ago. 1970 to be exact. I was only in the area for a few weeks and never went back again.

[Revolution]

These people are full of sh!t. It has always been my experience that those who find trouble in bars generally deserve what they get. The seedy, grungy places where bad things tend to happen more often than not IMHO are the dives where the Deadheads and other assorted vagrants hang out.

This is my usual watering hole~
http://thevarysburghotel.com/home.html
Great food. Great people. Great memories.
I have never once witnessed a nefarious act take place here in 20 years. I have noticed though that when hippies do wander in from time to time that they tend not to stay. That's not because they are ever treated with anything but the proper hospitality but rather, I surmise, because the place is clean as are the patrons and they likely can't afford the menu. (very reasonable, BTW) Basically, it's not a sh!thole so they leave.

Jeez, is that a small limo parked there? Nope, that would indeed not qualify as a shithole. Wouldn't mind having a drink there myself. I hang at a place called "The Cottonwood" It's not a shithole, but it's only about one tier above it. I've never had any problems before, but the bar has once in a while. And if this one freaking asshole of a DJ doesn't lay the hell off of me, I'm HE'S certainly going to have problems. Already given him chance after chance, after chance. I also know the owner somewhat, so that may help.

[Revolution]

Once I had someone put a date rape drug in my drink. I had taken maybe three sips of wine then went to the restroom.  Went to stand up and it hit me. From feeling totally normal and not the least bit tipsy to immediately feeling dizzy and majorly drunk.  I couldn't walk by myself.

My friend came looking for me and she told me she was worried because this guy that started talking to us was asking about me and offering to take me home before he should have even known I wasn't doing well. She got suspicious because it had been in the news that Dallas area bartenders were taking money under the table for dropping drugs in women's drinks.  I had driven but she drove my car home and my husband drove her home after she drove me to my house. I passed out in the car, my husband had to come get me out of the car. I only drank THREE sips. What in the hell would have happened if I had drank the whole glass?

Edited to add: this was no dive, it was a trendy happenin' bar in Addison, Texas.

I'd have went ballistic, and beat the hell out of whoever it was. There are some things you just don't do. I have a philosopy that I'll stay out of men's business in bars, but if anyone starts antagonizing women/the handicapped, I'll certainly interject.

I use to play pool for money in biker bars. Biker bars aren't bad compared to honkytonks

Never been to a Honky Tonk, but my curiosity has often been peaked. I've just never found one.

Biker bars? We've got about a half a biker bar in town here, but I've never been inside. I may go one of these days. I know rules, and shit about bikes, and their owners, but since I could never drive, they've always drawn me. Always loved bikes since I can remem ber. ESPECIALLY Hogs.

took a taste of one of the strippers

Uh-Oh. I've also heard that stripper rules are kinda like biker/owner rules. No touchy without permission. Never been in a strip club either though, so I haven't seen the rule in action Live.