[McGlinchey’s on 8/18/11] I dredge up another story, “555.” This is from my collection, Fake House (2000). It begins in McGlinchey’s, the cheapest bar in Center City, Philadelphia. After discovering it in 1982, I did just about everything in that stale aired joint where time stood still. By design, its one clock had barely legible hands, so it’s easier to forget you’d been pickled inside for half a day or lifetime.
In case you don't know, Jewish Volodymyr Zelensky is a thieving, Nazi supporting dictator propped up by a Jewish gangster, Igor Kolomoisky, so their crimes are suppressed by the Jewjacked western press. Like I said, the more dead Slavs the better for the Jewish Zelensky and his handlers.
Thanks to the Jew media, ignorant or just bloodthirsty westerners are backing a Nazi enabling Jewish dictator, to the detriment of Ukraine.
My South Philly buddy, Felix Giordano, gives me periodic updates on the old neighborhood. Below is his latest, with its unalloyed Philly speech in all its splendor. It's basically southern Italian American English, because there are many guys in Brooklyn, for example, who sound pretty much like Felix:
"Johnny the Hat got real sick. The Cry Wolf Asses came out cause he was unvaxxed, but he smokes a pack a day, drinks all day and smokes dope too. Anybody else would have died 20 years ago. He got better. The Wokes are true Nazis, and the bullshit is annoying. I almost punched a young hipster out on 9th Street [basically the Italian Market, with its outdoor stands selling produce for cheap], but he said he’d have me arrested. A 30-year-old was worried a 75-year-old would hurt him. All hipsters are pussies. After I scared that wokester away, all the old crew and my cousins came out and shook my hand. All ya gotta do is stand up to them, even old grouchy bastards like me.
"I been single for 16 years now, and am so happy about that. Went to the Pennsport titty bar, a cheap can of beer $5 and the bimbos are old and fat, new owners, but at least they show their dried up cooze to us. Ain’t like it was. Last time I passed Billie Boy’s [a bar in the Pines Barren, a favorite of mine and Felix’], there were 20 bikers hanging out with no stupid masks on. Jersey has too many wokester Nazis as is, but some guys you don’t fuck with."
Johnny the Hat is a mechanic pushing 60 who lives with his sister. Works his ass off. In Friendly each evening, he hardly talks. Whenever Felix and I drove by him, we would shout out the window, "Get a job, hippie!"
Here's a fuller portrait of Felix, in his own words:
I have never hung out in a city for very long. There is too much weirdness for my head to handle. I have met some city people who left the city and came to the mountains to get away from drugs but they only got away from the city.
For one time in my life I got seated next to a good looking girl on flight from Los Angeles to Anchorage. She sort of questioned me about drugs to see if I was exposed to them and not dead set against them. She asked me if I had a lay over in Seattle which I did. She asked me if I can handle a crowd of people. Since she was pretty I said that I was not particularly bothered by any of it and that I used to live in a place that 50% of the people around me were growers.
So I went with her to wherever it was she was going to bring me to. It was an apartment in the center of Seattle way up in a building. It had floor to ceiling glass windows. A few people were there but more kept showing up. They were all dressed well with the guys wearing those pointy shoes I had recently taken notice of. There were drugs, a pile on a dinner plate.
There were dudes behaving like cops who wanted to know who I was. I told them and showed some gold from my pocket. Many were going into a room, curious, I looked in. Everyone in there was caressing each other. The girl I came with was dolling herself up in another room.
I asked her if this is normal, if lots of people live like this in Seattle? She said, "Yeah this is normal"
It was 3 am and everybody was getting ready to leave. Me and the girl got a taxi and she told me not to kiss her. I said ok, as that thought hadn't crossed my mind as I was a little overwhelmed by what I had gotten into. I had taken a pinch of tobacco, that's why she said that, I thought.
We arrived at a club. There was a guy taking money outside of it at 3 am!
There was a lot of people inside. People were taking turns break dancing. I bought a beer and felt the bartender shorted me. I confronted him and he said he was going to throw me out if I continued.
The group I was with just hung out and did nothing except touch each other. One of them told me they owned the night.
They looked to me to have eyes like goats. Maybe that was the ecstasy I had freely given to me working.
I asked a guy why this girl brought me to this? He said she is just an old hippy.
A touching story. Like the VNAF (Vietnamese Air Force) Officer's Club in Saigon. Dark, grungy, but alive in a strange way. There are many stories that don't get told, even privately. It takes a rare soul to tell them, especially to make them relevant and interesting.
Linh, here's a nice little documentary by an Italian filmmaker about Donbass, before the current war. It is funny how we hear so much about certain wars, and so little about others. "For the children of Donbass": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scfNPKcm2aE
They could smoke cigarettes inside the bar in Philly in 2011 ? Think we were forced outside in PHX around 2007-08.
About 20-25 years ago I was a regular in a bar that also included "Old Jimmy" from Philadelphia. We called him that to differentiate him from "Mailman Jimmy". Old Jimmy was in his early 70's back then and would be described as "dapper". With a degree from Penn, he was a staff officer in the Navy and when he started getting drunk, he would recite poetry, when he wasn't regaling us with stories of The Main Line.
Another regular was Larry, an Athabascan Indian & the smartest guy I ever knew. He was also perhaps the worst alcoholic I ever knew. He had the best job in the world, security guard at the Wrigley Mansion. They fired him when he was caught doing cocaine on the job. With not one but two extreme DUI's hanging over his head in Arizona, he somehow made it back to his original home in Alaska. Somewhere there is a picture of all of us gathered around the 2001 World Series trophy won by the Diamondbacks with their victory over the Yankees.
That guy Thanh sure sounds like he had some real rough times. At least his dick got hard when in the presence of an unknown woman. Things could always be worse.
Hi everybody,
Juan Sinmiedo [John Fearless] has compiled many videos of Ukrainian civilians being abused by Ukrainian military or paramilitary:
https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1505309631542931459.html
The above thread is also backed up at my blog:
http://linhdinhphotos.blogspot.com/2022/03/compiled-by-juan-sinmiedo.html
In case you don't know, Jewish Volodymyr Zelensky is a thieving, Nazi supporting dictator propped up by a Jewish gangster, Igor Kolomoisky, so their crimes are suppressed by the Jewjacked western press. Like I said, the more dead Slavs the better for the Jewish Zelensky and his handlers.
Thanks to the Jew media, ignorant or just bloodthirsty westerners are backing a Nazi enabling Jewish dictator, to the detriment of Ukraine.
Linh
Hi everybody,
My South Philly buddy, Felix Giordano, gives me periodic updates on the old neighborhood. Below is his latest, with its unalloyed Philly speech in all its splendor. It's basically southern Italian American English, because there are many guys in Brooklyn, for example, who sound pretty much like Felix:
"Johnny the Hat got real sick. The Cry Wolf Asses came out cause he was unvaxxed, but he smokes a pack a day, drinks all day and smokes dope too. Anybody else would have died 20 years ago. He got better. The Wokes are true Nazis, and the bullshit is annoying. I almost punched a young hipster out on 9th Street [basically the Italian Market, with its outdoor stands selling produce for cheap], but he said he’d have me arrested. A 30-year-old was worried a 75-year-old would hurt him. All hipsters are pussies. After I scared that wokester away, all the old crew and my cousins came out and shook my hand. All ya gotta do is stand up to them, even old grouchy bastards like me.
"I been single for 16 years now, and am so happy about that. Went to the Pennsport titty bar, a cheap can of beer $5 and the bimbos are old and fat, new owners, but at least they show their dried up cooze to us. Ain’t like it was. Last time I passed Billie Boy’s [a bar in the Pines Barren, a favorite of mine and Felix’], there were 20 bikers hanging out with no stupid masks on. Jersey has too many wokester Nazis as is, but some guys you don’t fuck with."
Johnny the Hat is a mechanic pushing 60 who lives with his sister. Works his ass off. In Friendly each evening, he hardly talks. Whenever Felix and I drove by him, we would shout out the window, "Get a job, hippie!"
Here's a fuller portrait of Felix, in his own words:
https://linhdinhphotos.blogspot.com/2016/08/obscured-american-felix-artist-ex.html
Linh
I have never hung out in a city for very long. There is too much weirdness for my head to handle. I have met some city people who left the city and came to the mountains to get away from drugs but they only got away from the city.
For one time in my life I got seated next to a good looking girl on flight from Los Angeles to Anchorage. She sort of questioned me about drugs to see if I was exposed to them and not dead set against them. She asked me if I had a lay over in Seattle which I did. She asked me if I can handle a crowd of people. Since she was pretty I said that I was not particularly bothered by any of it and that I used to live in a place that 50% of the people around me were growers.
So I went with her to wherever it was she was going to bring me to. It was an apartment in the center of Seattle way up in a building. It had floor to ceiling glass windows. A few people were there but more kept showing up. They were all dressed well with the guys wearing those pointy shoes I had recently taken notice of. There were drugs, a pile on a dinner plate.
There were dudes behaving like cops who wanted to know who I was. I told them and showed some gold from my pocket. Many were going into a room, curious, I looked in. Everyone in there was caressing each other. The girl I came with was dolling herself up in another room.
I asked her if this is normal, if lots of people live like this in Seattle? She said, "Yeah this is normal"
It was 3 am and everybody was getting ready to leave. Me and the girl got a taxi and she told me not to kiss her. I said ok, as that thought hadn't crossed my mind as I was a little overwhelmed by what I had gotten into. I had taken a pinch of tobacco, that's why she said that, I thought.
We arrived at a club. There was a guy taking money outside of it at 3 am!
There was a lot of people inside. People were taking turns break dancing. I bought a beer and felt the bartender shorted me. I confronted him and he said he was going to throw me out if I continued.
The group I was with just hung out and did nothing except touch each other. One of them told me they owned the night.
They looked to me to have eyes like goats. Maybe that was the ecstasy I had freely given to me working.
I asked a guy why this girl brought me to this? He said she is just an old hippy.
Woozy, I took a taxi back to my flight.
A touching story. Like the VNAF (Vietnamese Air Force) Officer's Club in Saigon. Dark, grungy, but alive in a strange way. There are many stories that don't get told, even privately. It takes a rare soul to tell them, especially to make them relevant and interesting.
Linh, here's a nice little documentary by an Italian filmmaker about Donbass, before the current war. It is funny how we hear so much about certain wars, and so little about others. "For the children of Donbass": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scfNPKcm2aE
Linh
They could smoke cigarettes inside the bar in Philly in 2011 ? Think we were forced outside in PHX around 2007-08.
About 20-25 years ago I was a regular in a bar that also included "Old Jimmy" from Philadelphia. We called him that to differentiate him from "Mailman Jimmy". Old Jimmy was in his early 70's back then and would be described as "dapper". With a degree from Penn, he was a staff officer in the Navy and when he started getting drunk, he would recite poetry, when he wasn't regaling us with stories of The Main Line.
Another regular was Larry, an Athabascan Indian & the smartest guy I ever knew. He was also perhaps the worst alcoholic I ever knew. He had the best job in the world, security guard at the Wrigley Mansion. They fired him when he was caught doing cocaine on the job. With not one but two extreme DUI's hanging over his head in Arizona, he somehow made it back to his original home in Alaska. Somewhere there is a picture of all of us gathered around the 2001 World Series trophy won by the Diamondbacks with their victory over the Yankees.
That guy Thanh sure sounds like he had some real rough times. At least his dick got hard when in the presence of an unknown woman. Things could always be worse.
Bill