Based on actual experiences of 1968 a Chick

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

The particular church steeple drifts off in to the darkness. The trees in the closest cemetery, across Jackson Street, can easily be seen by the fleeting headlights associated with cars. The mist whitens typically the trees. Everyone is at the corner pubs, Bram's or the MountAiry. Chick Evens straightens up, takes out a e cigarette, a light drizzle of rain floods the atmosphere, as he walks gradually up Sycamore Street, turns-sees around the corner bars.

A few run-down busses try him, but are soon lost, once they turn the corner-he noticed one or two black faces on the bus, hateful, looking faces (perhaps it's the circumstances, he senses).

He hears noises coming from both bars, music might be loud. He opens his eyes wider, leans his neck rear, his belly is a little sour from 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 notice the blind noisy street behind him. There are a few familiar faces in the bar, he notices looking over the western style, swinging doors. This individual thinks it would have been better acquired he come later-more people, but he's here now. He mind for the bathroom, urinates and combs his hair, washes his skin, he's been drinking half the day, up at Jerry Hino's home, a half-mile past the church (he had been playing cards with Jerry and his brother Jim, and Mike Gulf, and Betty-Jerry's wife, had to give food to the kids, so he decided to leave. )

He comes out of the toilet, his light jacket laid more than his arm, his friend Allen is in one corner of the club, he nods his head-I imply they both nod their minds for recognition of the other. Bill and his wife Judy are in a presentation area to his left, Bill acquired just come back from the war throughout Vietnam. John St. Clair is within another corner of the bar, his or her girlfriend, is by herself at the fridge opposite him. Big Ace, close to six-foot six inches tall (the neighborhood mannequin), no teeth, 210 pounds, ten-years everyone else's elderly, or thereabout, not all that shiny, is sitting next to Doug, vocal singing his weird song: "Twenty-four dark-colored birds baked in the pie, " then he forgets the rest of the verse, this individual always does, and goes into a humming episode, as if lost inside his own head-pert near dancing on his stool, pounding on the bar toes kicking.

Doug and Ace are sitting in the middle of the horseshoe designed 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 factor, and on the weekends the only difference is they all get drunker. The bar is not much more than a dive: no, it is just that, a dive. Chick Evens feels a tinge terrible but knows with a few more beers he'll not feel anything, however, that will fix him up. As he orders a beer, drinks it down, his headache disappears. This individual runs his hand over his forehead, as if to wipe the ale sweat off of it.

The most detrimental thing for Evens is that they have spent all his money but a dollar, buying beer by Hino's house. He is Not sure precisely how he'll get by tonight, but you can find someone to buy a fellow neighborhood buddy a beer. He's good for it he tells himself.

He hears Doug's voice, far, far away-or so it seems, he's dating Jackie, Evens' old girlfriend. He at present joins Bill and Judy, they knows he can borrow a few bucks via Bill if he has to, should. The side window has a light chunk of the moon showing, all around it is a darkish sky, and he falls down-purposely, on the soft cushion at the edge of the booth, by Judy.

This complete business of drinking night right after night has made Evens thirsty. Expenses notices Chick's glass of beverage is empty. Bill says-in a new wholehearted way, "Come on a few get another round, " he can smiling, waves the waitress over-

"As long as the glass is without a doubt cold, and the beer is freezing, I like it, " say Evens.

These two bars is a place for that 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 might be but nineteen-years old, Ace is without a doubt twenty-nine, and Jackie is his or her age and Doug perhaps 5 years older, and Roger is certainly Doug's age, thereabouts. From the looks of things, should a bystander take note, the so called Donkeyland Community Gang, so named by the police force, the Cayuga Street neighborhood, essentially, one would think they were all raised from the cradle to the grave during these two bars, on beer.

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

The man is in her forties, has a cheap apron on, the Italian user is her lover, he's hitched, but after they close up the bar, your sweetheart settles down in his office using him, they'll not leave till close to three o'clock in the morning.

Typically the jukebox goes louder, a few folks are dancing. The bar is filling up, by using smoke, multicolor white to lighter faces, Native American faces, water piping color faces, one Mexican, simply no blacks.

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

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

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

"Two bottles regarding beer, " says Larry, he likes bottle beer, as does their wife, she's Native American, like Jackie her sister, and John St. Clair, their brother.

The area factory, "Structural Steel, " it is second shift is letting away now, and Jack T, together with Dan the Crazy man (pleasingly plump), so he is known-are at this moment walking thorough the bar, Jack has become going with one of Chick's old girlfriends, a Mexican. Bunches of the area boys still work at the factory, and quite a few all of them have at one time or another. Older Charlie, even got Evens a position there once, and then Charlie upon the market, he was Mexican.

The more people inside the bar, the more undecipherable the scent, it weakens the stomach, nauseates it.

"What a sickening task, " says a voice, it appears to come from the area John L and Karin are. John L, had traveled to California with Evens recently, as Jerry Hino a new year back, went to Omaha having Evens, and Ace's brother Keith, had went to Seattle with your pet; all wanting to rush back to the area but, Keith.

The only relief from the particular squeezing smells in the bar, is usually to leave the bar for fresh air, so, Evens picks himself up, standard excuses himself, he hears the collective voices, the motors and horns coming as he opens the bar doors, that faces Sycamore and Knutson Streets. His ears clear out all the deformed thick noises. His recollection fades from all the prominent cheekbones, dead looking, red-eyed drunks, all of the drowsy looking bodies, that acquired clustered around him, and everyone you else.

He lights up his 60th cigarette for the day. He sees typically the accumulated garbage along the side for the bar, in the street. The music from the rod jukebox mingles with the live group across the street. He sees Sonny playing the guitar (Sonny had taught him a few things about finger picking, in his younger days: and that's not all that long ago. He / she also played for a short time having 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 the butt onto the sidewalk, buries that under his heel. He had sucked it down to a half inch, a Lucky Strike.

He considers: why don't I leave, and never come back?

He thinks: I have dreams, rather than drinking myself to death throughout the two dives. I want to go to S. fransisco. (But he really wants to travel the world, and get a college degree, and write poetry, and books but he doesn't say this, because he has from this neighborhood and people would believe he's insane, and can such things be possible? I mean, are these goals not for the other person, not really for individuals like him; but only time will tell. But perhaps he's willing to wait, even if it takes a life time. He doesn't know all this remember; only I do-now looking back again. )

He watches the circle of foam from a pitcher of light beer being carried to a table of five people at Bram's. He recognizes an old man vomiting alongside the bar. 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 thoughts. Defeated before we've even examined life; and then we grow old. 1000 times we say: if only.

The background music on the jukebox is playing a sad track, "Lonely Street, " by Rick Nelson. His world grows calm, more intense-he looks inside the clubhouse, stink, armpit smells, more ale being passed from one hand to a new, 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 often a can of worms, he explains himself, a brain twister, yet he walks back inside: as though it was home; although he won't 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 consider so), it's just a dive, and will have to learn quick, because time is concentrated in the moment; and life is brief at best: and dreams do come true, if you have a plan, prayer, and if a person work it, and have patience.

Simply 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 sobre ela oscuridad, los rboles en el cementerio adyacente, cruzando la calle Jackson, solo pueden ser vistos por las fugaces luces de los carros. La neblina ha blanqueado mis rboles. Todos estn en la arista de los bares, Bram y Attach Airy. Chick Evens se endereza, coge un cigarrillo, una cefiro suave llena la atmsfera, mientras l sube lentamente la calle Sycamore, voltea y mira a la esquina donde estn los bares.

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

l escucha voces viniendo de ambos bares, una msica est bien alta. l abre sus ojos ms, inclina su cuello hacia atrs, tu estmago est un poco indigesto causado por la borrachera que tuvo anoche. Un 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 detrs de l. l, mirando por medio de las puertas de vaivn al estilo del oeste, nota que hay algunas caras usadas en el bar; piensa o qual hubiera sido mejor venir enormemente tarde cuando haya ms pandilla, pero l ahora est aca. l se dirige al bao, se peina y se lava la cara, l ha estado bebiendo ya medio da, en la casa de Jerry Hino, a 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 tu brazo, su amigo Allen est en una de las esquinas del bar, l, al verlo, mueve su cabeza; es decir, ambos mueven sus cabezas en seal de reconocimiento del otro. Invoice y su esposa Judy seran en una butaca a su izquierda, Bill acaba de vomitar de la Guerra de Vietnam. David St. Clair est en la siguiente esquina del bar, su enamorada est sola en la otra arista. Big Ace, quien mide cerca de 2 metros (llamado el figurn del barrio), no tiene dientes con pesa noventa y cinco kgs, es diez aos mayor o qual 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 delete resto de la cancin, como toda la vida lo hace, y contina que tiene el episodio de tarareos, asi como si perdido dentro de su propia cabeza, casi bailando en su bolsa, golpeando el piso con tus pies.

Doug y Ace estn sentados en medio del reserva en forma de herraje del fridge, como casi todos, bebiendo cerveza, parecera que una fiesta para cerveza estaba llevndose a resto, pero en realidad es una situacin normal de todos los das, y l. a. diferencia con los fines sobre semana, es que todos sony ericsson embriagan ms. El bar no es mucho ms que mi cantina, no, es exactamente eso, una cantina. Chick Evens se siente un poco mareado, pero l sabe que con un poco muy de cerveza l se sentir bien, de todas formas, asi lo pondr bien. Mientras pide una cerveza, se lo fotografa todo y su dolor para 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 en absoluto su dinero excepto por el dlar, comprando cerveza en la casa de Hino. l no est seguro de cmo llegar causado por la noche, pero siempre hay un profecional 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 parece; Doug est saliendo con Cassie, la ex enamorada de Evens. Ahora se une a Bill con Judy, l sabe que puede prestarse unos cuantos dlares para Bill se llegara a necesitarlo. La ventana del lado inventar un poco de luz de luna, todo alrededor es un cielo secreto, y l cae a decisin, en el suave sof, approach filo de la butaca, cerca de Judy.

Este asunto entero de beber noche tras noche hizo la cual Evens estuviera sediento. Bill se da cuenta que el vaso de Evens est vaco sumado a dice, de una manera accesible y sincera, "Vamos, tomemos siguiente vuelta", l sonre mientras realiza seas a la mesera para que ze acerque.

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

Estos dos bares son un lugar para que los muchachos del barrio beban, aparentemente siempre lo fue; ellos estn tan borrachos que incluso no lo estan informados sobre, a tan temprana edad agregado. Chick tiene slo diecinueve aos, Ace tiene veinte, Jackie fue de su edad, y Doug talvez es cinco aos mayor, y Roger, es de la a?os de Doug, o aproximadamente. Para lo que parecen las cosas, si un espectador tomara nota, la auburn llamada pandilla del barrio denominado la Tierra de los Burros, nombrado as por la polica al barrio de la calle Cayuga; es decir, primero camisas hechas en spain pensara que todos estaban acostumbrados a beber cerveza en dichos dos bares, desde la inicio hasta la tumba.

Dentro del Bar Mount Airy, hay mi humedad inevitable, es sombro con apesta (El Gran Ferrocarril del Norte pasa debajo del Puente de la calle Jackson, justo exterior del bar, t puedes or a los trenes yendo con viniendo de vez en alguna vez. Al otro lado del conexin estn los depsitos). La caja musical est tocando "Lo siento" de Brenda Lee, previamente estuvo tocando algo de Jack Scott, y por supuesto, la msica de Elvis fue tocada una advertising docena de veces junto que tiene la de Rick Nelson sumado a 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 que en el bar Bram, que 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 asi como cuarenta aos y tiene ocupacin un gastado mandil; el dueo, un italiano, es su bien-aime. l est casado, pero despues que cierran el bar, ella se queda en su gabinete con l y no salen hasta cerca de las tres entre ma maana.

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

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

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

Eran Larry y su esposa Jeannie que entraron por la puerta altibajo. Hay un sitio vaco al lado de Evens, ellos lo agarran, todos se dan los angeles mano o se abrazan unos a otro, como si zero se hubieran visto por aos.

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

La fbrica del suburbio, "Acero Estructural", est dejando arrebatar a su segundo turno hoga?o, y Jack T y Lalu "El Loco" (un gordito), to as se le conoce, estn ahora atravesando el bar. Plug ahora est saliendo con una de las ex enamoradas de Chick, una mejicana. Un montn de aquellas 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 concurrencia en el bar, ms apurado de descifrar el olor, ste debilita el estmago, lo enferma.

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

Chicago nica liberacin del pesado perfume del bar, es dejar este bar para tomar aire fresco; as, Evens se levanta, ze disculpa y sale, l oye las voces colectivas, los motores y bocinas que entran durante las puertas del bar la cual dan a las calles Sycamore y Jackson, se abren. Tus odos dejan de escuchar esos ruidos fuertes deformados. De su memoria se esfuman todas las mejillas prominentes, miradas de muerte, borrachos con ojos rojos, todos aquellos cuerpos adormilados, que se aglomeraron alrededor de l, y de los dos dems.

l enciende su cigarro nmero sesenta del da y observa la basura acumulada 's costado del bar y en la calle. La msica de la caja musical del bar se mejunje con la msica en palpitante de la banda que est ing frente del bar. l empieza 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 una cuba, sentado en el rod de espaldas a l, disadvantage sus codos recostados. l arroja el pucho del cigarrillo en la acera y lo aplasta adelgazo sus talones. l ha estado fumado un Lucky Strike, a dejarlo en un centmetro.

l piensa: Por qu no me personally 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 la carrera, y escribir poesas con libros, pero l no lo dice, porque l es de este barrio y la gente pensara que l est loco; sumado a esas cosas, realmente pueden ser posibles? Digo, son estos sueos afin de otras personas, no realmente para gente como l; pero slo el tiempo lo dir. Pero talvez l est dispuesto a esperar, incluso si esto toma toda una vida. l zero sabe todo esto, recuerda, o qual slo yo lo s-ahora la cual miro atrs)

l mira al crculo de espuma de la jarra de cerveza que estaba siendo llevada a una direccion de cinco personas en un bar Bram. l nota a un anciano vomitando al cara del bar, tambin ve carros en el estacionamiento que desaparecen en la noche de una escaparate luminosa.

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

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

Este bar es una petardo de gusanos, se dice a s mismo, es un cerebro huracanado; cuando vuelve a entrar, como si fuera su casa, aunque l no dice eso, pero dans le cas o l escuchara a su involuntario, l sabra la verdad, y verdaderamente es que no es su casa (aunque al demonio le gustara que lo piense as), es slo una cantina, sumado a eso l lo tendr o qual aprender rpidamente, porque el momento est concentrado en el momento; y la vida a lo mejor es corta, y los sueos s se hacen existencia, 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"