Thought I'd write another entry on this bloggy-thinga-majing. So I decided to go out and venture in the midst of westside-land, Erins. Haven't been there in a long time so why not?
You walk in and you feel it. It's going to be one of those nights. I feel that every "bar" in El Paso has the same recycled type of people. For example: we have the older somethings, men and women, that have but one thing on their mind, "can i still snag me a 20-something? Do i still got it baby?"; then we have the 20-somethings, "how long do I have when I start looking like that Guy/Girl? Yeesh, better chug up!"
Doesn't matter where you go, visit the nicer bars and there they are, hole in the walls? Yup, over by the bar.
I'm tired of El Paso bars, The same faces look at you with their lust-hungry, need-to-get-out-of-here eyes. It's sometimes scary to be around that. Me? I'd rather drink at someones house. Free liquor? Ok Ok, I'll bring my own.
Chips? I'm there!
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