Mac’s Tavern is a tavern in the town where I live, and is sometimes referred to as a “bar.”
Note here that I am not asking you to break out into song with, “There is a tavern in the town …”
Anyway, speaking of Mac’s, I just had a couple of bourbons there. If we weren’t speaking of Mac’s, I still had a couple of bourbons there.
I intend to have another after I finish this whatever it is. Okay, okay, a few.
A Place Where a Man Can Have a Smoke
I named this little piece of art (art?) based on the fact that, almost a year ago, I started going to Mac’s. Well, the truth is, quite a few years ago, I used to go to Mac’s but I stopped. Why? Let me tell you. (You knew that was coming.) The great men in this state decided that I couldn’t have a cigarette at Mac’s (or anywhere else), so I said, in my typical brilliant fashion, “To hell with it.”
I have thought about this new and great law and decided that it is new but not so great. I mean, if you don’t like to go to a place where a man can have a smoke, don’t go. I mean, if it weren’t for tobacco, Raleigh would be a town of 500 people, 50 horses, 75 cows, and some swine. (Read that “swine” bit any way your little heart desires.)
Now, to get to the point of all of this. That is, if there is a point.
It’s like this. On February 26, 2018, it was a nice evening, which means that I could sit outside, have a bite to eat, and a smoke. Stop for a minute because you need to understand something. I didn’t remember the date because I am some sentimental slob. In fact, I didn’t remember for any reason. In other words, I looked it up on my Visa statement. What I am telling you, without all the gibberish, is that I went to Mac’s that night.
Folks I Met Weren’t Half Bad
I was sitting there after I ate, enjoying a fag and sipping my Shirley Temple. By the way, in case you are young and ignorant, “fag” had a different meaning when I was young. Anyway, I was sitting there alone and some crazy broad said, “Come on over.” Well, to honest here, I was dubious because all of those people were smoking and drinking. But I overcame my sensibilities and went over. I discovered that the folks I met weren’t half bad. They were worse than that. That may be why I liked them.
That’s pretty much it. Although, and I have to be honest here, in the back of my mind, I still wonder if the crazy broad gets a piece of my cash outlay. I mean, I have bought a lot of hooch at Mac’s.
That’s all, folks.
Visit Mac’s website here.
