Warning: Explicit language and content.
Bang Bang was the name of a bar in Mexico. Its owner Jaco, was a French Canadian that’d been living there for a handful of years. And yes, I do mean living there as in living in the bar. His room was right across from the pool table. The bar was right on the beach, and never really closed so much as quieted from daylight to say—sometime in the afternoon. He’d close the entrance from the street at 3am, but the beach bar was completely open to the beach and Jaco welcomed anyone that found their way inside.
I met Jaco for the first-first time in a different bar. And yes, that statement was intentional as well—as Jaco didn’t remember meeting me that night, even though he was wearing the tee shirt I’d given him when we met that second-first time.
