My Bar

This is my bar. I found this bar on someone's lawn who had left it out for the trash. It is a beautiful bar however this piece of wood, trimmed with leather and fancy embroidered fabric, represents so much more than furniture. Through the years it has become a place where me and my friends gather. It was never on purpose, in fact I have two couches and table in my house where people may sit comfortably. However, when my friends and I drink, which we do in great abundance on occasion, it becomes a gathering place. It's ironic, no one ever stood up and drank in my home however I have begun to notice that an hour into drinking finds us standing around this piece of furniture laughing, much like your neighborhood bar. Here are some example..


Here you find Monique, Fernando, Todd and Alex, casually enjoying themselves.


Here you find Monqiue and I standing idly as Alex pours us drinks.


Here you find a handsome gent by the name of Berto, using the bar as an accent to his already sexy self.

It is weird. I was looking at this bar tonight and I got to thinking about my friends, crazy fuckers. Thinking about my friends over the years I can note not much has changed. They are the same, more strong and meaningful than years past. It is not to say I don't speak to any other people however I have a core group with whom I speak a great deal. These do not include my family, with whom I will always stay close. It goes something like this.


Alex
My best friend. He and I have been together since 1996, having both our ups and downs, he remains my best friend.


Monique.
I love this crazy bitch. Knowing her since I was 14, makes it hard for me not to call her my best friend. She recently found a new and will shortly, if not already, be moving to Las Vegas. Her boyfriend Fernando is great and I think they will have one hell of a Vegas wedding, it better be open bar. Though her and I do not see eye to eye on politics or religion, we have managed to remain very close even if our living arrangements keep us apart.


Todd
Having come into my life as Steven's 'new thing' 15 years ago he has since become a best friend. He and I see eye to eye on everything and he is positively the most hilarious person to go out with, even though our drinking together often finds me defending him in fights he obviously caused. He has a passion for assisting for those underserved people like myself and I will proudly stand and cheer when he obtains his grad degree!


Todd & Todd & Alex
Todd, in the middle, yup there are two todds, and this todd is also a good friend. Unfortunately he resides in butthole Costa Mesa so I don't get to see him as much. He is an intelligent and well spoken person, I am proud he is my friend.


Steven (with whom I hardly get to see!)
Ah Steven, what can I say after 20 years of friendship. There is no one like Steven.

It is not for lack of others that I don't mention anyone else, it is just these are the people I find most often in my house, leaning against my bar. Sure we have all had our downside. I have watched those above kick heroin, speed, and opiates, and sat beside them in AA. We have written each other while in prison. I have watched them fight, break up and reunite. I have stood in between them when conversations became escalated. But they are my friends. Never judging me, never reminding me of what I have done wrong, and always there when I need to complain,cry, and rant.

Thanks guys, you're welcome at my bar anytime!!