Old Fashioned

Cigarette smoke hangs in a thick layer at the ceiling, dimly illuminated by neon beer signs and weak bulbs struggling to cast their best glow on the lone pool table.  Overplayed country songs echo from the aged jukebox while voices murmur and the crack of clashing pool balls add to the atmosphere of the small town tavern. Stale beer from old spills mixes with the wood conditioner from the aged wooden bar and challenges the acrid cigarette smoke for champion odor. 

Suddenly, the front door swings wide open and there he stands in all his glory, Mr. Slick Willy.  Eye brows are shaped and moustache is waxed while heavily starched, nut-huggin' Wrangler jeans are creased from the dry cleaners.  A gigantic, store-bought silver belt buckle is attached to a custom leather belt that, to no surprise, has his name tooled on it. His pant cuffs rest on a $750 pair of custom Lucchese cowboy boots and his fancy pearl snap, button-up shirt is topped off with a brand new silk wild rag.  A perfectly shaped, black 100X Stetson cowboy hat finishs the ensemble. His big mouth provides a grand entry as he proceeds to tell everyone what a rough day he had at work. 



(Poor quality, sorry.  But, oh so good.  Cartoonist is Gary Larson.)