Three Taverns
Jan 1, 2020

To "Teddie" (Theodora) from Fairmont

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In Memorium:


Edward J. Bray
1951-2018
Buckhannon, West Virginia


Three taverns on
          a square


Ye Dronken Wyvern is men drinking whiskey and playing dice, and about eleven, there’s a disagreement about someone allegedly cheating, and an ensuing knife fight, with someone getting stabbed.

El Astallon is student-y, in the French or German sense of the word. You go in, they serve you a mug of cheap but powerful Algerian red wine from one of those big barrels at the back of the shop, you sit down at one of the long tables, and at the top of your lungs, you sing songs from Carmina Burana. About midnight, they chuck you out, and then about a hundred of you go around to the chief magistrate’s new house, and throw rocks at the windows. The windows on the ground floor are protected by shutters, and your aim at the upstairs windows is necessarily imprecise...

At Weird Sniffs, you sprawl out in one of those lounge chairs, and they serve you a sugar cube laced with LSD. You swallow it and spend the rest of the evening giggling hysterically at passersby...


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