BAR WITH NO DOOR
By JP BROWN
The late night customer was drowsing on his barstool at the counter, due to an extreme over intake of alcohol the whole night, partying and drinking into the early hours of the morning. He swayed once more as he started to regain semi-consciousness, peering through blood stained eyes at his surroundings. Where exactly did he find himself again, he asked as his eyes screwed up and started to focus. He saw the trusty old barman and vaguely remembered a name. “Jack!” the drunk exclaimed, and the trusty barkeep replied; “Indeed Sir, I see you’re not so drunk that you can’t remember good old Jack. Will you have another round then Sir,” said he. “Double brandy and coke Jackie my lad,” said the man “and load them up!” Then he started to eye out his surroundings. There was a plaque above the bar that read; ‘Joe Brown & Sons – Established 1899’ and some war medals hung behind the bar with some old photos. Several generations of soldiers it seemed. Then he scanned the bar and saw a dartboard, some beverage advertising against the wall and a few people shooting pool in the corner on a solitary pool table. A few other customers were milling around in the bar, collecting drinks and sitting at a few round barroom tables, talking, smoking and chatting away while the old rock and roll music played in the joint from a radio behind the bar. He sat and enjoyed the drink and lit a smoke from his half empty pack. And smiled to himself, he was drunk, and he was content. Then he suddenly noticed something oblivious about the place, even though he was well intoxicated. The bar had no exit, no hallway or door. He screwed up his eyes again and had a good look to be sure. But no, there was no exit or entry to the place. So he asked the man behind the bar “Why is there no door to this joint?” and couldn’t believe it himself when he said it. “This is the bar where all good drunks go to when they die. You can call that cab which is never going to arrive, or you can just relax and enjoy one more.” Said trusty old Jack the Barman with a smile as he polished the beer glasses, helping another satisfied customer with a few drinks, and pocketing the change for his tip.