I made a friend last night. His name is Leo. Leo likes to hang out at the local tavern, Uptown, which I frequented for the first time last night. The only reason I know his name is Leo is because the Polish bartender screamed at him a few times to shut up and leave us alone.
Leo is a great man that enjoys his alcohol. The bar opened at 4pm, we were there at 6…Leo was boxed out of his mind and probably had been for the entire day since he woke up in a stupor following his drunken escapades from the previous night. I tried to have a conversation with Leo when he sat down in my friend’s seat and sipped on his Pabst Blue Ribbon. I couldn’t understand his rambling so I got up and walked away. Leo kept talking. In fact he had about 4 more conversations with himself throughout the remainder of the time I was there. At one point, he stumbled across the room and stared at the jukebox for 20 minutes only to return after making no selection.
The Polish barmaid whom we befriended explained to us (in a damn thick accent) that Leo was the brother a rich lawyer and son of a rich lawyer but had not had the same fortunes in his life and was “a little slow.”
“um, ya think.”
She then went into explanation how she had bought the place from the Bosnian mafia…I never knew that there were any European “families” in downtown St. Pete. Next we discussed how she was planning on purchasing 80s style tables for the place – “like The Max” I chimed in…it was lost on her, apparently they never got to see Zack Morris in Poland.
The Uptown is my new place, Leo is my new friend. You can find us there everyday after 5 pm.
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