A true story about loyalty, hangovers, and unhealthy relationships—with alcohol.
My 1990's relationship with Doc Holliday's on Ave A came pretty close to this. Those of us still left standing are the lucky ones.
If I'm remembering correctly, bars like Welcome to the Johnson played dive bar, but Doc Holliday's was the real deal. It seemed like that kind of bar. (I was more likely found at the karaoke bar across the street.)
Doc's was the real deal. Day or night, opening or closing. And after hours. Those were the days, but days partying like that have to end.
My 1990's relationship with Doc Holliday's on Ave A came pretty close to this. Those of us still left standing are the lucky ones.
If I'm remembering correctly, bars like Welcome to the Johnson played dive bar, but Doc Holliday's was the real deal. It seemed like that kind of bar. (I was more likely found at the karaoke bar across the street.)
Doc's was the real deal. Day or night, opening or closing. And after hours. Those were the days, but days partying like that have to end.