The Bridge

‘The Bridge’ is a strangeland. It has been my flagship bar in the first half of the year 2007. Make no mistake it is a shit hole, but for those who appreciate its charm like my small group of soldiers does, it is place to learn many lessons. We know, because we hear the stories, that this dump was glorious in the 70s, you could not get in without waiting in line, and now it has taken a downward spiral to the point it no longer pays municipal tax, much like the middle age drunks who hang out there regularly. It will be shut down by the city by summer’s end.
It is a momentous event to help a bar that was an institution sing its swan song. Very Kleinesqe. An affirmation of all life, that the cycle comes to an end with dark and wonderful thoughts, like watching those individuals who lives are lived for this bar as they lament because it reminds them of what they wanted to become. I get to see this Willie Lowman spectacle… All this, on the edge as an outsider and about to leave, as all this comes collapsing down, but Im an insider as will in the sense I am there drinking in the late evening hours. Will after sunset with these good folks. Living and breathing, desperately attempting to understand this experience, and what it all means for them. Most wouldn’t give it the light of day for consideration. But I must know what motivates, and titillates the hearts of most men. Not the bullshit packaged in popular movies. The authentic deal, of real people, in real time and space.
I myself try to abdicate the cycle of man. It is trying, and takes most Buddhist monks there whole life, and even then they probably fear there just little men who hide there whole lives in togo’s with no hair (I don’t really believe that) But I for instance have transcended as much temporal and spiritual experience as possible. To just go with the ebb and flows of my meandering river passage. Or may be I’m more analogous to a tug ship in a harbor, or a small shallot off the coast of Newfoundland fishing. Whatever the technique, I try not to worry about the future, cause I know the journey will all end with me drinking with Jesus and dancing the Charleston with Eva Braun.