The City of Night
The warm glow of the neon
No regrets.
I enjoyed my time bartending at “The City of Night”. It was the coolest of the cool.
A dive bar where artists, musicians, poets, philosophers, junkies, whores, the madmen all existed together to talk and drink and live.
All the rejects of polite society.
But all good things must end.
Some hipster scum has purchased the building and has turned it into a boutique hotel.
They renovicted the tenants — the helpless, the poor, the disadvantaged, the disabled.
They took my beautiful bar, demolished it, and installed a fake dive bar.
No regrets.
It was a pleasure to burn.
I wrote this story after reading the following writing prompt.
Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher — some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.
You can follow him on Twitter @pmansfield.
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