Your Welcome Inn. He has been to jail a few times "on a bunch of stupid shit, nothing serious." Once he tried to steal expensive violins from a van. He threatened to cut his girlfriend's head off, put it in a paper bag then leave it on the porch. "But he was just talking shit," the female bartender explained. "He's harmless." He's been arrested and fined for "just weaving on the sidewalk, you know, drunk." His longest stay in jail was two years in Easton. We got to talking about the election, then 9/11. "The collapse of the Twin Towers was definitely fishy," he said. "Steel doesn't melt at that temperature, and not that quickly. A steel building can't collapse like that, not from a fire, and not that quickly. No fuckin' way, man!" People in Bethlehem should know how steel works, I'd think.
He showed me ten dollars' worth of lottery tickets. He's been buying about $50 a month for five years. Winning $5,000 once, he took $500 to Sands Casino, played Texas Hold 'Em and won $2,500 more, but as he was about to cash his chips, a guy sitting next to him said, "Man, you just got here. You should play at least three hours. That's my rule. I always play at least three hours." He continued, and lost everything.
He's going through some shit with his current girlfriend, so the bartender counseled, "You should move out. I have a room upstairs I can rent you. Want to see it?" "How much you're asking?" I chimed in.
"$125 a week. It's a nice, big room, and all the utilities are included. Heat too. You'll have to share a bathroom, though, and a kitchen."
"What about noise?"
"Well, yeah, it will be noisy. You'll be living over a bar!"
"I lived over a bar once, and it drove me fuckin' crazy!"