I love dive bars. It's usually the place where no one knows your name and the people don't care if you came. My visits to the local watering hole are few and far between, but when I am out I like these shabby establishments. I suppose the biggest attraction is that I, most likely, will not run into someone I don't want to see. No one cares what I do for a living and wants to make stupid small talk. A trip to the dive bar, for me, means fulfilling the initial goal: to get drunk with the comraderie of strangers. I know the night has been a success if I spend 10 bucks on the juke box and dance to classic rock all night.
As of late I have notcied the increase of violence at a couple of dive bars in town. Are people attracted to violence? It makes me sad because I, too, love these bars. The only alternative is to visit a more upscale and expensive bar, which provide me nothing but boredom. My latest patterns of social drinking have been in the confinements of my own home. It's cheap, it's safe, and there is no dress code. If the dive bars can't get it under control, I will continue to stay home.
Do I sound like a drunk?