The Eagle
Nope. ...Just a Stranger blowing through a Strange Town. I hate layovers. You can spend a few moments taking a shirt off/pants down 'whore bath,' at the sink...and, while it's both entertaining to watch, and to be the show, let's face it; after 10-15 minutes...it's back to parking your ass in the waiting room, or, someone's calling security. So, the connection won't be here until 3am. That's enough time to shut down a bar. (And, At a Gay Bar, strangers are fresh meat, no matter how old you are.) Hmm. EAGLE Tavern, 2116 W Appletree...fuck. Taxi time. I told the driver the Bar Name, he scanned me (up and down, as I was trolling my nails through my chest-pelt, and already gave my pants an unzippered fly treament.) Yeah, he's a stiff, not interested. 11pm, well that's a good hour for a gay bar. Many there, nobody left, yet. It didn't take beer-too-long for a blue jean/t-shirt kinda guy to sidle up. "Nope. Just a stranger in a strange town....