I am wondering if I ever wrote about the Lithuanian Pub in Brockton (the Lit). So many fucked up memories from that bar. I am not sure where to start and not sure when I first walked in there. It might have been with Michael who was a good friend and I graduated night school with him when I was 17. Sounds about right. A wicked dive bar. Let me describe Brockton, MA version of “dive bar”. First of all the bar was located in the Lithuanian village on the North side of Brockton. Where almost no Lithuanians lived (as of 1998) well… maybe a couple but it was predominantly drug addicts and drug dealers with a few drunks scattered about.
There were three bars all on the same block but the Lit was “home base”. First time I went in I was still pretty naive and innocent. Well I was only in a bar at 17 years old cuz I had my sister's ID saying I was 24!! That was awesome, glad she was not really thinking that one through! I did get pulled over one time leaving a liqure store on the North side of Brockton (right around the corner from the Lit) prob got MadDog 2020 or something ridiculous and it happened to be when they were doing a sting on that particular store for serving underaged people. I pulled out and cops were behind me, I obviously knew her name and address but never bothered memorizing her SSI#... DOH! So I’m only working with what I remember but they started questioning me, at first (hopeful they would buy it) I gave my sister's ID and was praying they would buy it. They did not. I remember that. Can’t remember exactly what they asked but after notbeing able to answer I began to cry and beg to not go to jail. No more recollection of that night. No idea how it ended, but I'm assuming Brockton's finest put me back in those pretty silver bracelettes again! Maybe they let me go and I got to party, but really have no more memory of that story. Oh damn, my ADHD is kicking in!
K back to the Lit!! The Lit became “home base” when I washomeless for a year in Brockton. The owner let me leave my precious backpack of all the belongings I had behind the back bar no one used. They opened wicked early too, like 8am … I would go in the morning (sometimes sleep in the bushes out back cuz I had no where to go until they opened) and would wash up in the bathroom and change. Then I would go to the bar the owner bartended in the mornings. I would order a Malibu and pineapple juice. He would beg me to eat something. Sometimes he wouldn’t serve me until I at least ate half of his Dunkin Donuts bagel. I would pretend to eat it but get rid of it any other way than eating it cuz I was rarely hungry back then. That was 2006/2007. I had acouple warrants for my arrest. There were two Warrant Detectives looking for me, (6months before they finally caught me) but they started their shift at 9. So the owner, I think his name was George (he actually got shot there) but he would remind me to beat feet at like 8:45 and I would go to a friend next door in a three family, sit on the couch looking out the window until the Lincoln Continental pulled up. Ernie Bell and Shaft (Shaft was white but last name Shaft, Ernie Bell was a dirty loser Detective) Wait though, Shaft wasa pretty cool understanding guy, and that’s why he always gave us breaks. But at that time my mom wascalling Brockton PD constantly. Anytime she thought she might know where I was. She would try to help them find me cuz she thought Id be safer in jail (which was prob true even though I wouldn’t admit it back then). They would go into the bar for a few minutes while I watched from the house next door. After about 10 minutes they would leave. I would go back to bar to finish my drink. George would tell me they were asking for me again but he always said he didn’t know me. (This was the bar I left my stuff at). So that is only one story.
OMG gotta tell the Derek fight story!!! So we were on drugs and I had gone to the Lit without Derek one night (he was prob cheating on me) and I tried to grab some stuff and realized I was getting punked but had my arm in this guys van in the Lit parking lot. I had handed him my money before I caught on. He took off and I was trying to get my money. We traveled through the parking lot with my arm in his van even after I had given up I was stuck. So within the week or whatever I had told Derek what happened. Mind you, Derek is like 5’11” and very quick on hisfeet for a Tony Saprano lookalike!! (no joke). So for the next couple days every time we went into the Lit Derek would have me look around to see if I saw him. One day Derek had gone to the Men’s room and as he was walking out the door of the bathroom the theif (Mike) was walking in the back door. I looked at Derek and pointed at the back door and told him THAT’S HIM! Derek, began moving toward the back door more quickly than I had ever seen him move. Bigger guys usually rely on their size to win a fight, but I swear Derek was almost tiptoeing at a sprint pace toward the back door. The guy was still in the door. Derek hit him in the face with a big fat fist. The guy (still in the doorway) fell backward and Derek followed as the door slammed shut behind them. OMG! First time I ever saw Derek fight. I ran to the door and opened it. By that time Mike was on his knees with a bloody face and his hands in his pockets apologizing and looking for money to give Derek. That was kinda funny. Derek was not laughing and I think that dude was crying. I just went back into the bar cuz the excitement was over.
There are really soo many stories about this stupid bar, which is now shut down since there have been too many shootings, stabbings, ODs and deaths in general there all in the Lit parking lot. Quite a few boxing matches between Nick's father and random dude's who had (usually accidentally) upset him in the bar.
During that year I was homeless I was at the Lit all the time. (which was super frustrating for those warrant detectives who couldn't catch me LOL) There are too many stories to share. After I moved away there was one more shooting that became one too many. Someone I know well was out back when two men walked up and one shot the other in the head right in front of him. The Lit closed down and the other bars eventually followed. Its just three abandoned buildings instead of bars now. Maybe I'll come back to this, I do tell a Lit story in the post entitled "wrong number". Check it out!
Moral to the story? No moral, just a story.
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