From Monday to Thursday, Freddie's is open at 8AM and closes at 11:30PM, so old, retired guys can have a cheap draft for breakfast, soon after they've brushed their denture and frowned at themselves in the mirror. Everyone drinks here, blacks, whites and Puerto Ricans, and even a stray Vietmanese on this blustery day. The young white cook has a black boyfriend, and the white, middle-aged bartender has a black girlfriend. Working class people are often bunched together, and more often than not, they do get along. Redneck wise man and wise guy philosopher, the magnificent Joe Bageant said something like, "Every White Trash family I know has black relatives." Some stray overheard tidbits from the bar:
"Hey, how come every fuckin' weather chick is pregnant? Every fuckin' one of them! Horny bitches."
"Today's forecast, fifty percent chance of pregnancy."
"To get pregnant, you have to come together. If you come, like, in two fuckin' minutes, and she comes in ten, it ain't gonna happen. You have to come together."
"Ladies, you have to get your man drunk if you want him to last a while, but then you'll turn him a fuckin' alcoholic, not that he ain't already."
"Speaking of the weather. I don't give a shit about the weather 'cause I live just down the street, and I work all day in this heated shithole."
"Ten more years before I retire, but I don't want to think too far ahead. Shit, I might die tomorrow, know what I mean?"
"Yeah, buddy, I just get up each morning and try to hustle a few fuckin' bucks, that's all. It's all I can do."
When the news came on about Romney and Obama doing lunch at the White House, behind closed doors, the bartender said, "Yeah, they probably have some fuckin' hookers in there!"
"It's all right. You're just a bullshiter. It's not your fault, buddy. You fucked up my entire world. It's all good."
As for the bowl of chili in photo, my mouth is still numb the day after, and my liver is talking to his lawyer about suing me. With fugitive bits of bacon, a rumor of mushroom and an undercurrent of tequila, it came to $3.75, not terrible, but the beer in Freddie's is skid row cheap. I mean, you'd have to go under a bridge to save any more dough on sud.