How Being Flagged For Life From My Favorite Bar Was The Best and Worst Thing To Ever Happen To Me

Injustice is sometimes the way to freedom.

Let it be known, from the start, I did nothing ban worthy. Nothing that isn’t done by damn near every patron of that hole in the wall five blocks from where I was born and raised, on damn near a daily basis.

Still though, there’s nothing I can do or say to reverse the owner’s overly judgemental judgment call. Also in fairness, it could be said I’ve said and done enough in that shit shack that probably would’ve deserved a lifetime ban in any respectable, reputable pub, bar or restaurant anywhere in the world.

However, this particular liquor lounge doesn’t qualify as any of the above. It’s basically a basement turned neighborhood watering hole, where people who more or less resent every other soul that frequents it find a way to make nice with one another. Even people who show up there together, don’t actually like or respect one another. Ironically, this may be because the other frequents this particular place.

There was hardly ever a woman worth hitting on sober or man worth taking home long term, at the business of sorts I speak of. I’d often order a drink as basic as a Bloody Mary, only to be told they were out of one ingredient or…