Swinging Dick's Saloon, the kind of dive that has way better beers on tap than a hole in the wall like it should have.
Like this one
It's the kind of place that doesn't have to say it's a dive bar because everyone knows just by looking at the place. Also, any bar that advertises itself as a dive bar is not a dive bar.
This is not Swinging Dicks Saloon
It's the kind of place where the owner (Dick though he tells people to call him, Richard) is often the drunkest guy in the place, though sometimes he drinks in the bar down the street because the barmaids are hotter.
This is not Dick but he is a regular
It's the kind of place where the barmaids wear skimpy outfits even when they shouldn't.
They do wear more than her but not much more
It's the kind of place where the bartender never remembers what your drink of choice is but he believes he does.
Not my drink of choice but still pretty good
They have live bands on the weekends and occasionally they're ev…
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Yeah, what the Hell is Noirror.
Well, it's a word we made up.
Ever see those crime fiction anthologies dedicated to stories inspired by a band?
This one is kind of like that only since we call ourselves 'Pulp Fiction that skips the boring parts' and pulp fiction includes horror and crime so we thought ours should not be strictly crime (Rock -n- Noir) or Horror (Rock -n- Horror) thus, Rock -N- Noiirror.
So here's what we are looking for:
Short stories in the horror and crime genres that somehow involve rock, blues or heavy metal music. Not so much famous musician stuff but down and dirty bar band stuff (bonus points if you set it in Swinging Dick's Saloon). We want dive bar gigs instead of Stadium tours. Stories about the kind of places people do meth in the parking lot (Because it's not rock and roll if no one's doing crank in the parking lot).
Places like this only not near as nice We want stories about the bands t…
“Swinging DIcks Saloon might not be the kind of place where everybody knows your name but it is the kind of place where a guy can hang out tell bad jokes with his pals or maybe even meet a hooker who at least has the decency to pretend she has a heart of gold."
Slim (name redacted) former bartender, Swinging Dicks Saloon
Urayull Bodie Myers “How did you lose your arm?” The man with the long beard gave Drew an odd look which made Drew immediately regret asking the old man whose right arm ended just below the elbow what happened. If he hadn’t been trying to impress Jenny he would have let the guy alone. “I never lost my arm.” the old guy said as he used his good hand to sip some of his pint of the yellow swill found only on the taps of Swinging Dicks Saloon known as Red White and Blue beer. Drew nodded. The last thing he wanted to after finally getting Jenny to meet him for a drink was to get into a…