Ben Raskin

Category: Bar Life

  • The Lonely Juggalo

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    150 years ago, he would have been mistaken as a carpet bagger. He had a tight mustache, carried a handbag filled with clothes and a backpack stuffed to the gills. He sat down in front of my well and wanted to know what the cheapest drink was. I told him our cold, cheap and yellow…

  • Thirteen Is The New B

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    Happy New Year’s, y’all. I want to wish everyone a very happy 2013. 2013. 13 is not just a great number, it is my lucky number. It’s the day in March that my father was born and one of the few squares on a roulette table that always gets a chip. It is the number…

  • Notes From The Pie Hole

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    What’s the best way to celebrate a tough night at work? How about a couple of slices of pizza from The Pie Hole? After pouring drinks for a bunch of gorillas and wannabe flappers, I needed sanctuary after my evening. I was spent. The mental toughness to stare down knuckle-draggers and prostitutes in the making…

  • Mayan Calandar

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    I am getting ready to go to work. In my basement office, I’m listening to the Fugazi, looking through magazines and a new copy of The Walking Dead that came in the mail. On the surface, things are good. The heat is keeping outside at bay, the dogs are sleeping on their beds just outside…

  • The Traffic Stop

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    Pie Hole is not good pizza. In fairness, at 2:30am after slinging drinks for 8-hours, covered in spilt booze, sweat from the garbage cans and the grim of a busy piano bar, Pie Hole is decent enough. In all fairness, at 2:30am, the Pie Hole is God damn delicious. Considering the options available for a…