Based on actual experiences of 1968 a

(Based on actual experiences of 1968) (a Chick Evens story)

Typically the church steeple drifts off in the darkness. The trees in the next cemetery, across Jackson Street, can easily be seen by the fleeting headlights of cars. The mist whitens the particular trees. Everyone is at the corner night clubs, Bram's or the MountAiry. Chick Evens straightens up, takes out a cigarette, a light drizzle of rain floods the atmosphere, as he walks slowly but surely up Sycamore Street, turns-sees the corner bars.

A few run-down busses distribute him, but are soon lost, as soon as they turn the corner-he noticed just a few black faces on the bus, hateful, looking faces (perhaps it's the instances, he senses).

He hears voices coming from both bars, music is normally loud. He opens his eye wider, leans his neck spine, his belly is a little sour in the drunk he had the night before. A cab goes by, stops in front of Bram's, it looks like Nancy, David, Carol and Rockwater.

Now standing in-between the two gates of the Mt. Airy, he can listen to the blind noisy street powering him. There are a few familiar faces within the bar, he notices looking over the particular western style, swinging doors. He / she thinks it would have been better experienced he come later-more people, yet he's here now. He brain for the bathroom, urinates and spines his hair, washes his experience, he's been drinking half your day, up at Jerry Hino's home, a half-mile past the church (he had been playing cards with Jerry wonderful brother Jim, and Mike Gulf, and Betty-Jerry's wife, had to feed the kids, so he decided to abandon. )

He comes out of the rest room, his light jacket laid above his arm, his friend Allen is in one corner of the pub, he nods his head-I really mean they both nod their brain for recognition of the other. Bill wonderful wife Judy are in a sales space to his left, Bill got just come back from the war in Vietnam. John St. Clair is another corner of the bar, his girlfriend, is by herself at the club opposite him. Big Ace, close to six-foot six inches tall (the neighborhood mannequin), no teeth, 210 pounds, ten-years everyone else's senior citizen, or thereabout, not all that brilliant, is sitting next to Doug, performing his weird song: "Twenty-four dark birds baked in the pie, inch then he forgets the rest of the verse, they always does, and goes into a humming episode, as if lost within his own head-pert near dancing in the stool, pounding on the bar foot kicking.

Doug and Ace will be sitting in the middle of the horseshoe formed bar, like most everyone else, drinking dark beer, it would seem a beer fest was going on; but it's really a normal every day matter, and on the weekends the only big difference is they all get drunker. The line is not much more than a dive: no, it is just that, a dive. Girl Evens feels a tinge lousy but knows with a few more ales he'll not feel anything, alright, that will fix him up. When he orders a beer, drinks this down, his headache disappears. He / she runs his hand over his your forehead, as if to wipe the beverage sweat off of it.

The most detrimental thing for Evens is that he's spent all his money although a dollar, buying beer by Hino's house. He is Not sure how he'll get by tonight, but often there is someone to buy a fellow neighborhood chum a beer. He's good for this he tells himself.

He listens to Doug's voice, far, far away-or so it seems, he's dating Cassie, Evens' old girlfriend. He now joins Bill and Judy, this individual knows he can borrow a few bucks right from Bill if he has to, has to. The side window has a light amount of the moon showing, all around it is a darker sky, and he falls down-purposely, on the soft cushion at the edge of the particular booth, by Judy.

This whole business of drinking night following night has made Evens thirsty. Expenses notices Chick's glass of dark beer is empty. Bill says-in some sort of wholehearted way, "Come on let's get another round, " he can smiling, waves the waitress over-

"As long as the glass is usually cold, and the beer is wintry, I like it, " say Evens.

These two bars is a place for any neighborhood boys to drink at, relatively it always has been; they are drunks and they don't even know it, on such a young age too. Chick is definitely but nineteen-years old, Ace is normally twenty-nine, and Jackie is his age and Doug perhaps several years older, and Roger is without a doubt Doug's age, thereabouts. From the appears of things, should a bystander take note, the so called Donkeyland Neighborhood Gang, so named by the authorities, the Cayuga Street neighborhood, basically, one would think they were all raised from the cradle to the grave from these two bars, on beer.

Inside Mt. Airy bar, is an severo dampness, grayness to it, it reeks (The Great Northern Railroad is normally down and under the Jackson Road Bridge, just outside the bar, you are able to hear the trains coming together with going now and then. On the other side of the connection are the warehouses). The jukebox plays "I'm Sorry, " by Brenda Lee, it was playing something by simply Jack Scott, previously, and Elvis of course was played a half dozen times along with Rick Nelson, and the Beatles. Most all the males inside the bar have their shirtsleeves rolled way up, past their elbows. Some are chewing-whatever-a nosy veracious crowd, but more manageable than Bram's across the street-there, there is also a pool table; some of the boys is going to shift bars later on, as definitely will those in Bram's.

The waitress is in her forties, has a shabby apron on, the Italian operator is her lover, he's betrothed, but after they close up the bar, this lady settles down in his office along with him, they'll not leave until close to three o'clock in the morning.

Typically the jukebox goes louder, a few individuals are dancing. The bar is filling up, using smoke, multicolor white to pale faces, Native American faces, birdwatcher color faces, one Mexican, zero blacks.

Armpits are starting to odor like fish, old rotting species of fish, Bill hands Evens his light beer, Fran, the waitress, just moved it over.

"Shut the door, " a new voice yells, "you're leaving inside the flies! "

That was Larry and his wife Jeannie who had come through the particular swinging doors. There's an empty sales space alongside Evens, they grab it, everyone shaking hands or embracing one another, as if they hadn't noticed one another for ages.

"Two bottles of beer, " says Larry, he / she likes bottle beer, as does his wife, she's Native American, such as Jackie her sister, and David St. Clair, their brother.

The neighborhood factory, "Structural Steel, " the second shift is letting out and about now, and Jack T, and Dan the Crazy man (pleasingly plump), so he is known-are at this moment walking thorough the bar, Jack is currently going with one of Chick's old girlfriends, a Mexican. Bunches of the community boys still work at the factory, and the majority all of them have at one time or another. Good old Charlie, even got Evens a task there once, and then Charlie patterns are released, he was Mexican.

The more people in the bar, the more undecipherable the aroma, it weakens the stomach, nauseates it.

"What a sickening work, " says a voice, it seems to come from the area John T and Karin are. John T, had traveled to California with Evens recently, as Jerry Hino had a year back, went to Omaha by using Evens, and Ace's brother Keith, had went to Seattle with him; all wanting to rush back to the area but, Keith.

The only relief from the particular squeezing smells in the bar, should be to leave the bar for fresh air, therefore, Evens picks himself up, excuses himself, he hears the communautaire voices, the motors and sides coming as he opens the bar entrances, that faces Sycamore and Knutson Streets. His ears clear out all of the deformed thick noises. His reminiscence fades from all the prominent cheekbones, dead looking, red-eyed drunks, all the drowsy looking bodies, that experienced clustered around him, and everyone you else.

He lights up his 60th cigarette for the day. He sees the accumulated garbage along the side from the bar, in the street. The music from the fridge jukebox mingles with the live music group across the street. He sees Sonny practicing his guitar00 (Sonny had taught him a thing or two about finger picking, in his smaller days: and that's not all that long ago. He / she also played for a short time with one of the national Rock and Roll bands)

The door to Bram's is wide open, he is able to see his older brother Mike, drunker than a skunk, sitting at the bar-his elbows leaning on the bar, his back to him. He throws typically the butt onto the sidewalk, buries this under his heel. He had taken it down to a half ", a Lucky Strike.

He believes: why don't I leave, and never keep coming back?

He thinks: I have dreams, rather than drinking myself to death within the two dives. I want to go to Bay area. (But he really wants to travel the world, and get a college degree, and create poetry, and books but they doesn't say this, because your dog is from this neighborhood and people would think he's insane, and can such things be possible? I mean, are these goals not for the other person, not really for folks like him; but only moment will tell. But perhaps she has willing to wait, even if it takes a lifetime. He doesn't know all this bear in mind; only I do-now looking spine. )

He watches the ring of foam from a pitcher of light beer being carried to a table of 5 people at Bram's. He sees an old man vomiting alongside the line. He sees cars in the building disappearing into the night of the gibbous moon.

He thinks: We're all frightened to go away; constrained by our heads. Defeated before we've even analyzed life; and then we grow old. A thousand times we say: if only.

The background music on the jukebox is playing a sad track, "Lonely Street, " by Ron Nelson. His world grows peaceful, more intense-he looks inside the club, stink, armpit smells, more draught beer being passed from one hand to another, garbage on the floor, smoke clouds are usually settling overhead like cobwebs through the bar, the same images every night-this weekend night.

This bar is actually a can of worms, he shows himself, a brain twister, nevertheless he walks back inside: as if it was home; although he does not say that, but if he listens to be able to his second self, he'll know the truth, and the truth is, it's not house (although the devil would like him to believe so), it's just a dive, and that he will have to learn quick, because time is concentrated in the moment; and life is brief at best: and dreams do come the case, if you have a plan, prayer, and if a person work it, and have patience.

No: 631 (12-11-2010)

Dedicated to the Donkeyland Gang

Spanish Version

(Versin sobre Espaol)

Una historia de San Pablo, Minnesota, USA

Una Noche en La Cantina

((Basado en experiencias reales de 1968) (una relato de Chick Evens))

El domo de la iglesia se pierde en la oscuridad, los rboles en este cementerio adyacente, cruzando la travesia Jackson, solo pueden ser vistos durante las fugaces luces de los automveis. La neblina ha blanqueado mis rboles. Todos estn en la confiar de los bares, Bram y Mount Airy. Chick Evens se endereza, coge un cigarrillo, una brisa suave llena la atmsfera, durante l sube lentamente la bulevar Sycamore, voltea y mira a la esquina donde estn mis bares.

Unos cuantos buses acelerados pasan por l, pero pronto se pierden una vez que voltean la esquina-l nota unas cuantas caras negras en el bus, caras que parecen mirar que tiene odio (talvez sean los v, l piensa)

l escucha voces viniendo de ambos bares, are generally msica est bien alta. l abre sus ojos ms, inclina su cuello hacia atrs, su estmago est un poco indigesto por la borrachera que tuvo anoche. Este taxi llega y se detiene en frente del bar Bram, parece que son Nancy, David, Jean y Rockwater.

Ahora parado sobre medio de las dos puertas del bar Mount Airy, l puede or los continuos ruidos de la calle que est atrs de l. l, mirando por medio de las puertas de vaivn al estilo del oeste, hito que hay algunas caras usadas en el bar; piensa os quais hubiera sido mejor venir enormemente tarde cuando haya ms concurrencia, pero l ahora est aqu. l se dirige al bao, se peina y se lava la cara, l ha estado bebiendo ya medio da, sobre ela casa de Jerry Hino, some sort of media milla de la iglesia (l estuvo jugando casino con Jerry y Jim (hermano de Jerry), tambin con Mike Gulf sumado a Betty (esposa de Jerry) quien tena que alimentar a tus hijos, por eso el decidi dejarlos)

l sale del bao con su casaca sobre su brazo, su amigo Allen est en una de las esquinas del bar, l, al verlo, mueve su cabeza; es decir, los dos mueven sus cabezas en seal de reconocimiento del otro. Bill y su esposa Judy estn en una butaca a tu izquierda, Bill acaba de vomitar de la Guerra de Vietnam. Tom St. Clair est en la otra esquina del bar, su enamorada est sola en la otra arista. Big Ace, quien mide aprox. 2 metros (llamado el figurn del barrio), no tiene dientes sumado a pesa noventa y cinco lbs, es diez aos mayor la cual todos, o algo por ah, no es tan brillante, l est sentado cerca a Doug cantando su cancin rara: "veinticuatro pjaros negros horneados en un pastel", luego l se olvida del resto de la cancin, como toda la vida lo hace, y contina disadvantage el episodio de tarareos, tais como si perdido dentro de su propia lder, casi bailando en su gradilla, golpeando el piso con sus pies.

Doug y Ace seran sentados en medio del apoyo en forma de herraje del pub, como casi todos, bebiendo cerveza, parecera que una fiesta de cerveza estaba llevndose a resto, pero en realidad es una pena normal de todos los das, y chicago diferencia con los fines sobre semana, es que todos se embriagan ms. El bar not any es mucho ms que una cantina, no, es exactamente asi, una cantina. Chick Evens aprend siente un poco mareado, pero l sabe que con un poco cerca de cerveza l se sentir bien, de todas formas, eso lo pondr bien. Mientras pide una cerveza, se lo necesita todo y su dolor de cabeza desaparece. l pasa su mano sobre su frente, como para secar el sudor para cerveza de ste.

La psimo cosa para Evens es la cual se haba gastado casi todo su dinero excepto por algun dlar, comprando cerveza en la morada de Hino. l no se encontra seguro de cmo llegar causado por la noche, pero siempre hay alguien para comprarle una cerveza the un amigo del barrio. l es bueno para eso, se dice a s mismo.

l oye la voz de Doug, lejos, muy lejos, o eso parecen; Doug est saliendo con Cassie, la ex enamorada de Evens. Ahora se une a Bill y Judy, l sabe que podra prestarse unos cuantos dlares sobre Bill se llegara a necesitarlo. La ventana del lado se encuentra un poco de luz de vitrina, todo alrededor es un cielo oscuro, y l cae a objeto, en el suave sof, 's filo de la butaca, cerca de Judy.

Este asunto entero de pimplar noche tras noche hizo la cual Evens estuviera sediento. Bill sony ericsson da cuenta que el perico de Evens est vaco sumado a dice, de una manera amigable y sincera, "Vamos, tomemos otra vuelta", l sonre mientras realiza seas a la mesera para que se acerque.

"Mientras que el perico est fro, y la cerveza fra, me gusta", dice Evens.

Estos dos bares son algun lugar para que los muchachos del barrio beban, aparentemente siempre lo fue; ellos estn tan borrachos que incluso no lo saben, a tan temprana edad ademas. Chick tiene slo diecinueve aos, Ace tiene veinte, Jackie es de su edad, y Doug talvez es cinco aos mayor, y Roger, es de la a?os de Doug, o aproximadamente. Por lo que parecen las cosas, si el espectador tomara nota, la brown llamada pandilla del barrio llamado la Tierra de los Burros, nombrado as por la polica al suburbio de la calle Cayuga; es decir, primero pensara que todos estaban acostumbrados a beber cerveza en dichos dos bares, desde la cabeza hasta la tumba.

Dentro delete Bar Mount Airy, hay una humedad inevitable, es sombro sumado a apesta (El Gran Ferrocarril delete Norte pasa debajo del Pasarela de la calle Jackson, justo exterior del bar, t puedes or a los trenes yendo con viniendo de vez en cuando. Al otro lado del puente estn los depsitos). La estuche musical est tocando "Lo siento" de Brenda Lee, previamente estuvo tocando algo de Jack Jeff, y por supuesto, la msica para Elvis fue tocada una music docena de veces junto que contiene la de Rick Nelson con los Beatles. La mayora de los muchachos en el bar tienen dobladas las mangas de sus camisas por encima de sus codos. Algunos estn masticando-cualquier cosa-una profusion bulliciosa, pero ms en control la cual en el bar Bram, o qual est al frente de la calle-all, all hay una mesa de billar; algunos de los muchachos cambiarn de bar ms tarde, adems de aquellos del bar Bram lo harn.

La mesera tiene lo que cuarenta aos y tiene puesto un gastado mandil; el dueo, un italiano, es su amante. l est casado, pero despues que cierran el bar, ella se queda en su oficina con l y no salen hasta cerca de las tres de la maana.

La caja musical suena ms fuerte, algunos estn bailando; el bar est llenndose que incluye humo, hay caras multicolores desde blanco hasta plidos, caras de indios americanos, caras de colour de cobre, una mexicana, no hay negros.

Las axilas estn empezando a apestar como a pescado, pescado podrido, Bill le alcanza a Evens una cerveza, Fran, la mesera, lo acaba sobre traer.

"Cierra la puerta", una voz grita, "ests dejando contarse a las moscas! "

Eran Larry y su esposa Jeannie que entraron por la puerta vacilacin. Hay un sitio vaco ing lado de Evens, ellos lo agarran, todos se dan are generally mano o se abrazan algunos a otro, como si simply no se hubieran website visto por aos.

"Dos botellas de cerveza", cube Larry, a l le gusta la cerveza en botella, tais como tambin le gusta a tu esposa, ella es una americana india, al igual que su hermana Wendy, y John St. Clair, su hermano.

La fbrica del barrio, "Acero Estructural", est dejando arrebatar a su segundo turno hoga?o, y Jack T y Lalu "El Loco" (un gordito), um as se le conoce, seran ahora atravesando el bar. Jack ahora est saliendo con mi de las ex enamoradas para Chick, una mejicana. Un montn de los muchachos del barrio todava trabajan en la fbrica, y la mayora lo hizo alguna vez. El viejo Steve, incluso le consigui a Evens un trabajo all, y luego Charlie se jubil, l time un mejicano.

Cuanto ms pandilla en el bar, ms apurado de descifrar el olor, ste debilita el estmago, lo enferma.

"Qu trabajo tan asqueroso", dice la voz, sta parece venir de donde estn John L y Karin. John L recientemente hizo viajado a California con Evens, como Jerry Junior lo ha realizado un ao atrs, yendo a new Omaha con Evens, y el hermano de Ace, Keith, hizo ido a Seattle con l; todos, menos keith, queran volver apresuradamente a su barrio.

L. a. nica liberacin del pesado olor del bar, es dejar este bar para tomar aire actual; as, Evens se levanta, sony ericsson disculpa y sale, l oye las voces colectivas, los motores y bocinas que entran durante las puertas del bar o qual dan a las calles Sycamore y Jackson, se abren. Sus odos dejan de escuchar esos ruidos fuertes deformados. De tu memoria se esfuman todas las mejillas prominentes, miradas de muerte, borrachos con ojos rojos, todos esos cuerpos adormilados, que se aglomeraron alrededor de l, y de todos los dems.

l enciende su cigarrillo nmero sesenta del da con observa la basura acumulada approach costado del bar y en la calle. La msica de la estuche musical del bar se mejunje con la msica en palpitante de la banda que est al frente del bar. l ve a Sonny tocando la guitarra (Sonny, en sus aos jvenes, le ense algo de cmo tocar las cuerdas; y asi no es mucho tiempo antes. l tambin toc por un momento en una de las bandas nacionales de Rock and Roll).

La puerta del bar Bram est abierta ampliamente, l podra ver a su hermano mayor, Mike, ms borracho que mi cuba, sentado en el tavern de espaldas a l, que contiene sus codos recostados. l arroja el pucho del cigarrillo en la acera y lo aplasta perdio sus talones. l ha estado fumado un Lucky Strike, a dejarlo en un centmetro.

l piensa: Por qu no myself voy de aqu para jamais volver?

l piensa: tengo sueos, no slo tomar hasta fenecer aqu en estas dos cantinas. Quiero ir a San Francisco (pero l realmente quiere viajar durante el mundo entero, y obtener mi carrera, y escribir poesas y libros, pero l no lo dice, porque l es de este barrio y la gente pensara que l est loco; con esas cosas, realmente pueden ser ciertas? Digo, son estos sueos visando otras personas, no realmente visando gente como l; pero slo el tiempo lo dir. Cuando talvez l est dispuesto a esperar, incluso si esto necesita toda una vida. l zero sabe todo esto, recuerda, la cual slo yo lo s-ahora os quais miro atrs)

l mira approach crculo de espuma de la jarra de cerveza que estaba siendo llevada a una comensales de cinco personas en este bar Bram. l nota some sort of un anciano vomitando al cara del bar, tambin ve automveis en el estacionamiento que desaparecen en la noche de una luna luminosa.

l piensa: todos debemos miedo de irnos lejos, estamos condicionados por nuestras mentes, vencidos incluso antes de haber probado cuerpo, y luego nos envejecemos. Miles de veces decimos; si slo...

Una caja musical est tocando la cancin triste, "Calle Solitaria" por Rick Nelson. Su mundo crece tranquilo, ms intenso. l finalidad dentro del bar, ste apesta, hay olor de axilas y mucho ms cerveza que pasan de una mano a la otra, hay bascosidad en el piso y las nubes de humo se amontonan por todo el techo del rod como telaraas, las mismas imgenes de esta noche de termin de semana, son todas las noches.

Este bar es una petardo de gusanos, se dice some sort of s mismo, es un cerebro huracanado; cuando vuelve a entrar, como dans le cas o fuera su casa, aunque l no dice eso, pero dans le cas o l escuchara a su subconsciente, l sabra la verdad, y la verdad es que no es tu casa (aunque al demonio le gustara que lo piense as), es slo una cantina, y eso l lo tendr que aprender rpidamente, porque el poca est concentrado en el rato; y la vida a lo mejor es corta, y los sueos s se hacen verdad, si tienes un plan, rezas, y lo llevas a cabo, y tienes paciencia.

No: 631 (11 de diciembre del 2010)

Dedicado a la pandilla de la "Tierra de los Burros"