... realizing that if I drank regularly at all the bars I love, I would be dead, and my bar tabs would presumably become fairly negligible.
... because it’s entirely possible that my concern over disappearing dives is a mask that covers up an awareness that I haven’t moved away, and don’t have much else to do.
... as I remembered that not having much else to do isn’t the worst thing in the world; sometimes it’s the best thing in the world.
... as I thought to myself, “How come the less sketchy a neighborhood gets, the more bouncers there are?” It seemed pretty clever at the time.
... knowing that this part of town isn’t dead yet (and neither is my nightlife). There are still great dives around here, staffed by people dedicated to keeping the lights low and the ambience weird. Now that my friend’s finally given up on saving his own bar, he might finally have the time to help save another one.