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old and cold. dive bars line the strip and the road is brick; cracked and gummy.
but it's a nice place.
above the bars are large rooms.
some for rent. others abandoned.
red lights under red umbrellas.
and when people look @ you, they aren't scowling.
mostly smiles, mostly.
i walked around a bit -- it was night, checked my 'six.'
ALL CLEAR
kept plodding on brick.
passing bar after bar -- watching the people inside.
and in the bars, these old gin joints, there were...Women.
few blokes.
but Women.
odd because in San Pedro (that's where i'm from) the dive bars are mostly filled with men.
mostly.
on occasion a black transexual.
she goes by 'tina-for-free-ah.'
she hasn't been seen since 2003.
-- just before the war.
nevertheless, downtown La Crosse seems like my kinda haunt.
five bucks gets you a never-ending mug of frosty booze.
pabst blue ribbon.
don't knock it, especially in Wisconsin.
but it's been a long day.
a long back-breaking day.
discs definitely distressed.
jacuzzi a must. twenty minutes max.
then rest.
good rest in an old city named La Crosse.
