Yankee Doodle Inn
Coincidentally, Jimmy Z also made a lot of money selling Jimmy'Z leisure sportsware down in Florida.
Where I run into Killer (for the first time in 8 attempts), who floats me a 10-spot, which I mostly invest in the juke box (Mary songs, for the bartender Mary - NOT Mike-the-manager's Owner-of-the-bar-wife Mary.
Where I dance with Beth, who has given drunker-than-a-skunk Jimmy Z to the Yank my Noodle from Palatine, who graciously agrees to listen to one of my CD's (don't ask there are probably a dozen different ones - not a one which contains all of and only my best work) and promote it Palatine.
Where Totem George appears and buys me a beer.
Where Nevin from Heaven wasn't (but will soon again be).
Where Mike locks the door at 11 - WTF? They gonna watch porn, or what?
Hey, I'm going to the Barrington working folks' bar.
You gonna get laid?
But dude, hell yes. It's a BARRINGTON BAR!
Where the customers roar like lions chasing down a gazelle as the All-American Tom Brady leads the New England Patriots to a she-lacking of the Serial-Rapist-led Pittsburgh Steelers (they who could beat anybody with some one's grandmother as QB - oh, but wait, for the return of the Man-child-molesting disgrace: a real short eyes.
And I say all that knowing that Gary Anderson's half-brother Kenny coaches the Steelers QB's.
Gary Anderson was my senior year in HS college algebra and trigonometry teacher. He was the sophomore basketball coach when I played frosh B-Ball for Tony DiBona. Gary left for New Trier the same year I graduated from Barrington H.S. - 1969.
Hey, I'm going to the Barrington working folks' bar.
You gonna get some dope?
Whatchew mean GET some dope? I AM a fucking dope!
Getsome - hell, gotsome. Gonna go there and find Killer, George and Mark and share.
Then, maybe we can get a nice 5-way sex thing going with Beth.
Outstanding. But what do you expect, after all, It's a BARRINGTON working folks' BAR!
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