There are fake bulls to ride at The Cowboy. There are bars you can go to, where if you’re gay, they’ll drag you out to a field, tie you to a fence and pistol whip you to death (too heartless?). There’s a bar with a big mirror behind it, like many bars across this great nation, the difference is this mirror has bullet holes left in it from a gunfight from several years before. Not like a gangfight – like a cowboy shootout.
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After trashing Peach’s place, Doc showed up and picked up Evil Twin and me. Now we were on our way to Laramie to party with Doc at local Wyoming bars. These bars are as you would expect. They’re as country as country can get. I’ve been out in Nashville. I’ve gone out in Austin. I’ve been drinking in Dallas, Memphis, Charlotte, Atlanta, New Orleans, some shithole in Iowa, and countless backwoods little towns through Appalachia. They have nothing on Laramie.
So, we started out meeting up with some other kids Doc was working with in grad school. We all met out at the bar with the bullet hole in the mirror. Now, this was the first time that Doc and Evil Twin had hung out together. Evil Twin had come to visit me in Michigan before, but Doc hadn’t come out with us. I think they may have met but just in passing. So, here are two real assholes who have really strong personalities meeting for the first time. When two people have strong personalities, they either get along great, or they are mortal enemies. I got along really well with both of them, and as it turned out, they also got along really well together.
At this point in my life, most nights started off with a round of Southern Comfort, Wild Turkey, or Maker’s Mark. Then we’d drink beer at a break neck pace, with intermittant shots during the night. The goal was to get wasted and hook up if possible. It’s worth pointing out that Evil Twin and I were coming off a fairly successful week of drinking and hooking up with randoms in Denver. Meanwhile, Doc was living with his girlfriend who was dreading our 2am return to their house. So, only two of us would be working that angle, while Doc was notorious for getting drunk and then prodding me and others into making fools of ourselves.