LEJ stumbles through swinging doors,comes to a halt in the sawdust raising small cloud,stares about him wild-eyed What in the name of Willie Nelson..!? glances up at obscene nekkid picture of Catspaw and cringes, notices mmario sitting at bar with two pearl-handled peace-makers sticking out of his holsters(mmario tips hat saying "evenin' LEJ"),sees bison head snarling down from rafters beside Banjer's banjer Of all the low-down ornery re-decorating schemes that were ever dreamed up by a 63 year old Paiute Medicine Man on Peyote cut with too much methedrine... stares into the corner where Kerouac is sporting a Stetson and Cassady has a "Red Man Chew" ball cap on, then suddenly catches the aroma of his favorite cuisine in all the world, the Sacred Chili con Carne, bubbling on the hob, hops onto a rawhide barstool, banging his spurs against the chrome stool-post, and slaps his ten-gallon on the bar Ah Hell, gimme a bowl of red with plenty of crackers, and an ice-cold St Pauli if you've got one! Like somebody said "you got to treat life like a good barbecue - when the goin gets tough you eases up on the beans, and you bears down on the meat". Oh, and a bottle of Tabasco, please.