Les Pugilist

there is this bar i went to once up north it is called les pugilist. it is a canadian dive bar somewhere in the western province of quebec. the parking lot is filled with large trucks wandering in like steel framed geese. their drivers touch down awkwardly on cracked vinyl barstools. they eat truffles and curse! water boarding themselves with pitchers of labbat blue and listening to french versions of willie nelsons pancho and lefty. at times their vision blurs and the criss cross patterns of thier matching flannels enrage each other. the only solice they have is a cigerrette machine over by the window that does not vend cigerrettes but tickets to heaven each seperatly blessed by the pope.