Great story! Great accomplishment! Not sure how to buy a coffee. Other writers have a box that says buy me a coffee and it is just one click away. See if you can add that to your posts.
I definitely drew from some real life experiences. And as you know I was west side, but north of Delray. Our bars were Dooley’s, The Office, and Jordan’s on the River
What was the name of the bar on Fort just west of the Rouge River bridge? There was a rickety dock out back just past a menagerie of forgotten vehicles and a pop up camper. I have a story about that place for you.
So many ways to love. Your story is amazingly similar to stories I recently heard Sherman Alexie tell about bringing his dad home. Except you’re in Detroit and he was on the rez. So glad you published. But you have already been astonishing.
Reminds me of a couple of bars I used to frequent. That's why I love reading your stories-memories and memory-adjacent (is that a thing? Im making that a thing) start enveloping me, some uncomfortable, some cozy. Glad you found the sisu yesterday to write this. :)
Great story! Great accomplishment! Not sure how to buy a coffee. Other writers have a box that says buy me a coffee and it is just one click away. See if you can add that to your posts.
It’s a hyperlink. Just click on the words BuyMeACoffee. Thanks Janette
I know a guy that goes by Smoke, and I come from an Irish family. This story doesn’t seem like fiction. Nice writing Jimmy.
I definitely drew from some real life experiences. And as you know I was west side, but north of Delray. Our bars were Dooley’s, The Office, and Jordan’s on the River
What was the name of the bar on Fort just west of the Rouge River bridge? There was a rickety dock out back just past a menagerie of forgotten vehicles and a pop up camper. I have a story about that place for you.
Carbon Athletic Club is the only one I know in that vicinity.
So many ways to love. Your story is amazingly similar to stories I recently heard Sherman Alexie tell about bringing his dad home. Except you’re in Detroit and he was on the rez. So glad you published. But you have already been astonishing.
Always happy to be compared to Sherman
Bartenders are a special breed.. definitely defiant risk takers.. the one I knew was murdered too.
RIP every one of them..
I’ve done it a lot of my life. Mostly in music clubs with bouncers. Lots of great but fuzzy memories
I’ve no doubt. I can hear it when you write.
Story felt so real.
I took some chunks from real life
i wonder if he will turn out the same as his dad. sounds like he might be planning on it but maybe he will be diverted somehow.
I think he both fears it and expects it
Reminds me of a couple of bars I used to frequent. That's why I love reading your stories-memories and memory-adjacent (is that a thing? Im making that a thing) start enveloping me, some uncomfortable, some cozy. Glad you found the sisu yesterday to write this. :)
Fucking perfect pal !
My first read here…a very good one! Thank you.