Personal Narrative: The Truth Behind The Bar

It's late July, and it's hotter than hell in Austin, but I'm okay. I'm sitting in a back booth in a cave of a bar on South Congress, staying AC cool. I've never been here before, but I feel right at home, absorbing the darkness and quiet jazz, and inhaling that beer-and-bourbon smell you only find in really good, really old dives. The SoCo hipsters won't come near the joint, because they can't get an Appletini. And I don't think this bar would work at all in California. It's not a place for white wine pansies. Nary a corkscrew to be found. Hell, it's never seen a bottle that needed one. Good beer, good vodka, and about 83 different kinds of Bourbon, Scotch and tequila. Brodie said to meet him here. I admit he has good taste in bars. He must have hung out at one like this back in Glasgow.

Ever since i was a kid, my parents always told me to never steal anything and never do any piracy. That is one thing that I still and always will follow my entire life. When I was a kid, I stole a candy bar and my parents caught me. I got in big trouble. I had to My day was as normal as ever, after work I came home around 7 p.m. and i'm going to the bar now. I went to “Kevin’s Bar’ and bought myself a $20 drink. I had only $30 left before i was out of money. All the girls saw me buy that expensive drink for myself, seeing that I was at self-pity and they all repelled away from me. Those $30 extra dollars that I had was gone in 10 minutes of self-pity. I was starting to get really drowsy here and there being at the bar for hours and hours. I eventually approached the girls at the V.I.P. area, but they all ignored me and was being dragged away.I got drowsy again. The last thing I heard was screaming and arguing from the girls before the door closed . Something came into my hands before I was dragged away, but i don’t know what it is, anyway I didn't care as long as i got home. I called my wife to bring me home who was later that

After checking every photo taken during the investigation, the Deputy District Attorney, Michelle Trego asked the detectives to interview the witnesses again. “We want to make certain she pays for this crime,” Michelle said riding up in the elevator with Detective Wallace.

I am sitting on the first booth table against the wall by the main entrance at Stella’s in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled my nostrils as I breathe in the stuffy air. All around me are young people who are laughing a little too loudly, flirting with strangers, talking with friends, and playing video games while watching cartoons that are being played all around the bar. There are many people in this bar on a Saturday night at 11:35 pm. There are very little sitting and people coming in and out of various groups of people. Some of the people are losing their balance and attach to a friend or stranger to help them walk in a straight line. The women’s bathroom is packed with women and it is very little to none in

I interviewed a woman that works with my mother and have known for several years now. She had been summoned and questioned by attorneys six times. She was only selected three of the six times to serve on the jury. Her first thought was “oh crap.” Although it may not be seen as a very nice response, but it is a very natural human response and she is not the only one who has reacted in that way. She was very nervous receiving the summons; it was something new and practically unknown to her. Some of the questions she was asked were if she owns a gun, if she has a gun in the house, about her education, and mostly just general questions. There is one question that stood out from the others though. Once when being asked by an attorney, she

We figured out it was dad when we went to get him and he was climbing into his window.

I just got off my shift. Working in a bar means staying out late and being exhausted by the end. I stepped out the front door and into the night. The air was bitterly cold, I huddled myself within my coat as I walked down the street to my car. It was close to December, it would be getting much colder. Up in New Hampshire, winter starts in late early November and just keeps getting colder. I opened the frozen door of my little car and climbed in. The engine sputtered when I turned the key.

His curly hair, his beautiful smile, and his charm were gone. Only his cold, lifeless body was left with a bullet hole in his

If there is not enough negative starts I can give this attorney! I've heard and read all the "great things" he was doing for his clients, so I decided to give it a try. I contact them through the website/live chat. BEWARE! I specifically asked if there was a consultation fee and they told me no. So they referred me to someone else to an appointment. The person reaching out to make the appointment reached out very fast (Great I thought). We scheduled the appt. I made arrangements to go to the appointment. (asked for time off, arrange babysitting, etc). The day of the appointment came and I learned there is a $90 fee for consultation, when I was initially told it was free. I tried to call the firm and i actually spoke to Mr Kanu. He made it seem

I know there is no excuse for my poor academic performance this past quarter, however even with that in mind, I ask for one more opportunity. I am aware that I am just one of thousands of students in the university and, like all the other students here, am here because I want to make something of myself. I am not asking of another opportunity solely because it is an option for me at this point in time, I’m asking because I know that I am capable of performing a lot better than what I did last quarter. My performance was a demonstration of a naïve nineteen-year-old girl. I was an intern with College Works Painting (CWP) as of spring break this year. This internship devoured about twenty to thirty hours of my week and included all weekends of

After everything that has happened, it was finally over. The sky was dark with rain and cracked with lightning and thunder, bodies littered the ground turning it red with blood. On this battlefield laid Zya Kage, the leader of the rebellion against the king of her homeland. The war raged on for hours, maybe even a day, Zya couldn’t remember. The wound on Zya’s stomach bled and soaked the ground below her with blood, her vision began to fade in and out , she could hear the sounds of yelling and screaming soon began to dissipate from her hearing. Then, as soon as she closed her eyes and let the darkness along with the pain consume her. She heard someone yelling, but it was a lot closer now. She felt hands pressing against her wound, she could see a faint silhouette kneeling beside her, but before she could see who it was. She felt numb and her vision went dark.

Bars all I see all day is bars, I can't stand them no more. I look outside and see the sunshine and children playing, I hate being in this little concrete room waiting for me to be dead. I'm going to escape this joint. My wife has given me a wooden gun yesterday, i'm going to break out of this joint tomorrow. As I woke up early this morning felt like a new man knowing that today will be my last day here. As I waited for the guard to come to me and cheek if I did not escape for some odd reason he was being slow like he knew something was going to happen. As I was waiting for him I felt my heart starting to pump out of my chest. Then I heard thumping from boots I started to relax myself by saying, This is what you've been waiting for. He walked

On my birthday, I was eager to acquire my license and drive like a free man. I can remember standing at the DMV in a warm room full of body’s. The time it took myself to accept my license was a rough hour. I stepped in the car and drove around the block, and passed my parallel parking. I was excited to obtain my license on my first attempt, and get to drive without an adult. I was able to pick up friends, drive myself to food stops, and to work. Having a license is pleasurable until you realize the flashing blue, and red lights are behind your car.

After spending my time in Law and Justice Institute I have change mentally due to this program. Before I come to this program, school was easy for me and I didn't have too much trouble with my subjects. However, when I came into the program I had to work hard in order to keep up in class. By doing that I was able to change the way I acted towards work. In the past I didn’t feel like I had to study or work hard because I already got it in the bag, but this program opened my eyes and showed me that I do need to study and work in order to success. In the end, by being in Law and Justice Institute I was able to grow by learning how to work hard.

So that night I knew that I could possibly not be released that next day. The next morning I left for the courthouse that I have visited 5 times before and the same process took place. I got on the police or highway patrol bus and arrived at the courthouse. I had my same jail clothes on and sat in a room with approximately 15 to 20 other people. As a result, I have to take the same approach which is to guard my mind and close my ears to avoid all the language and perversity. Again I sat in that same room for about 4 to 7 hours and eventually saw the lawyer. I must mention that before seeing the lawyer I was uncontrollably hoping for a release that same day. However when I saw the lawyer I was informed that I would be sentenced to 6 months in