Remember when Bars were bars? I do. As a kid i remember the road side bars, no windows at eye level, only up top. No seeing out or in. Some guy goes in clothed comes out clothes torn, wielding a knife, all because someone ask is wife to dance. Blood everywhere, no cops no ambulance. Then back on the job Monday morning before daylight. You say u don't remember? Well i do. That would have been my step dad. He was ruff on my mother when he was drinking. How much did he drink? When he passed away, or just before that, he drank a fifth a night. If he happened to not be drinking, which was rare, he was so humble he would not look you in the face. I actually whooped him a couple times. After all that, i made sure i tell the lord i forgive him for what all he did. I love him and wish he were still here. For what it's worth, he was a man's man. On the other hand.....my daddy was a ladies man. What a contrast.
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