There I was backed into a corner of the Lucky Red Tavern, surrounded by a hoard of pool cue wielding alcoholics. "My god" I thought... "how did I ever get myself into this situation?" A fight had broken out only five minutes earlier... something about a spilled pitcher I think, but none of that mattered now. Maddness gripped the bar, and the violence was in full swing. The Lucky Red was a cheap little redneck bar, about 40 miles south of Kansas City. It was usually pretty calm... but tonight things were very different. I tried to cower beside the broken juke box to avoid inclusion. Large and crazy looking men in cutoff lumberjack-style shirts took turns beating eachother. I had a bad feeling... how the hell was I going to get out of here? Just then an old man was flung in my direction. He crashed next to me with a limp kind of flop. "Is the old bastard dead?" I thought? I shuffled out of my corner to poke him with my right foot... he lifted his head and quickly scooted himself into my corner. "They've all gone mad" he breathed. "We need to get the HELL out of here before the cops come, or things get any crazier" I NEEDED to find a safe exit. My eyes darted around the bar like a pimp scanning for cops... "Where to go, where to go?" Then I saw it... and emergency exit, on the far left end of the bar. Ordinarily that distance would seem negligable... but now with a thousand drunk and viscious bar-goers inbetween, the trip seems MUCH further. We needed a game plan. A safe rout through the orgy. I decided that slinking along the parimiter, with out backs flat against the wall gave us the best chance of a safe exit. I grabbed a loose pool cue off the floor to protect me along the voyage. Then, about eight yards into the trip something strange happened. The old man made a break for it... straight into the mouth of the beast. He pushed into the mass of drunken fists, and I lost sight of him... Now I was ALONE. "Sh*t... what now?" I thought. Should I do like the old codger and make a bee-line straight for door, or just stay low? But as it turns out I had no choice... a trio of brawlers fell into my lap. They were all fighting eachother, one with a broken cue, the other two going bare knuckles... and now I was in it. As I pushed them off me I felt a sharp pain as the pool cue hit my gut... now I was pissed. Luckily I still had MY pool cue as well. I pushed the mass off me once again and raised the cue high in the air, like I was about to smash a pinata. Then with full force I brought it down on all three drunks... CRASH!!! The one with the broken cue buckled immediately, another stumbled sideways holding his bleeding head. Now there was only one left... he spun tward me. Of course he was the biggest, and I immediately regretted my decision to attack. He took a sloppy round-house swing at me, but he was drunk and I dodged it. I backed up to a safe distance, sticking my pool cue out straight between us. He charged, cracking my already fractured cue in half. I fell back with a hard thud against the wall... he had me somewhat pinned, with both hands full of my shirt. I then took my half-cue up beside the rear on his thick skull... he released me. At once I slid to the side and got some distance. We had a short stand off, him fearing my shattered cue and me just wanting a way out of there. "Back off, you son of a b*tch!!!" I yelled "Don't make me skew you with this thing!"... but he just stood there in a odd crouch. Then I realised something... the dumb bastard was out on his feet. I was free! I made a mad rush for the door... pushing past all sorts of freaks. Halfway through, three-fourth, then the door. I swung it open and was free, but I just kept running... deep into the parking lot. I was out, but still paranoid. I looked in all directions for more trouble, but the way looked clear. Just then I spotted him..... It was the old man, leaning against a car and wheezing. I decided to go up to him and see how he was... he SEEMED ok, but you can never tell. "You make it out ok, old timer?" I said lighty. "Yeah, Im fine... but somebody snatched my wallet on the way." he said I put my hand on the old man's shoulder "Those bastards..." "Now I don't have any money for cigarettes... can I borrow a couple bucks? ... theres a gas station just up the road." "Sure" I said, and pulled out my wallet... "Heres a fiver....." I stopped dead in my sentance... the old man had a gun pulled. "Actually..." he said "I think I'll just take the whole thing" I thought of protesting, but f*ck it... I've been through enough and god knows I dont need to be shot tonight. I placed my wallet in his crusty old palm and backed off slowly. He didn't look crazy, but I didn't want to give him any excuses. I made it safely to my car, and locked all the doors. I sure didnt see THAT one coming. I felt stupid... but more so I fely lucky. I started the car and drove home in silence. It was the last time I ever visited the Lucky Red Tavern.
Maybe you need your own "literature" forum.
Thats some fine literature there...I actually enjoy reading your work.
Glad to hear that... I always find writing to be a fun release, and a good way to twist a half-truth into something interesting.
For some reasons that reminds me of Sin City, movie and comics.
Very good...The movie follows them so well...And Marv looks exactly like he does in movie from the comic.
I'll have to read up then... By the way, have you ever read any Hunter Thompson? I've been reading him a lot and his "Gonzo" style has me captivated. It's all about writing "in the moment". It usually tends to be a sort of half-truth fake non-fiction. It had a lot of influence on my latest writings. If you are interested, I suggest you pick up either "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" or "The Rum Diary" They are both really good reads.
Nice. Too bad we don't have a "Member literature" foum or something. So, what was the inspiration behind this one?
Nice story. I woulda scream out load and snapped my pool cue in half then said "Who still wants their eyes?!" And started gouging their eyes out. Although that probably wouldn't be possible.