Barry Manilow has a wonderful song by the name of Copacabana, it is linked below this article for you younger folks who don’t know Manilow or his sound. The song details one club dancer by the name of Lola who fell in love with the bartender “Tony” at her club and ended up losing him to a gangster’s gun shot. The song is short, sweet and tragic but the tale is a familiar one for most guys who dread having to defend their lady’s honor in public. It was simple, Lola was hot as hell, gangster Rico came into the club and put down on her hardcore and for argument’s sake he probably palmed her ass as he has done 100 times before. Lola being an attractive club chick would normally melt into the arms of this made guy but she was already taken by Tony the bartender. So Tony seeing this going down, sails across the bar to beat Rico’s ass and is met with a hammer to the chest, dead on arrival. Lola, sad and scarred beyond measure over the entire thing, wilts and ages at the Copacabana for the rest of her life. Damn Barry, you sweet singing bastard, you had to give it to us raw didn’t you?
I have seen so many Tonys get stomped in the club that it isn’t even funny. The music, drugs and alcohol are all ingredients to a vicious mixture of ego and machismo that makes for guys to disrespect other guys in order to appease that inner douchebag we all have. Men are trying to kiss on your tipsy wife when you return from the bathroom, nerds are copping feels on her ass from behind a crowd and the big loser is in her face asking her over and over for a dance. If you’re built like Vin Diesel and have the swagger of Hulk Hogan then these lesser animals may scatter at your entrance but for an average guy, oft times you have to bully up and go off in someone’s mouth.
This is one thing I hate about crowds of people hopped up on goofballs, I find that my normally calm demeanor has to be sacrificed in order to turn ape on guys to show dominance. People look at prisons as the only place where we revert to our animal characteristics but anywhere that involves liquor, women and a whole lot of guys is going to have bully posturing. I refuse to let another man eat off of my plate uninvited so more often than none we’re going to fight (fuck arguing) or you’re going to excuse yourself and take your paw off of my lady. Anything less is seen as being civilized, but to the raw male instinct it’s seen as bitch and the same guys will continue to disrespect you and your girl forever. The worst cases of this nonsense will get men shot, hawked (stabbed) and stomped in the ground. But what choice are we given in these circumstances? You can drop trou, bend over and take it or you can bleed like a man and whisk your maiden home once you’ve posted bail. Women are beautiful and irresistible but damn if they aren’t dangerous when it comes to rival men.
So, much respect goes out to Tony of that Copacabana song, he died being a man and while it’s a tragic and wonderful story, it is a natural occurrence in life. Women love the Ricos of the world, they aren’t afraid to pull the trigger and that is sexy to them. But women love their Tonys too because a good guy making a modest living can be as much a man as a gangster sporting a diamond. It’s unfortunate that Tony ran into a bigger dog than himself in the yard and got his neck snapped, but he died a man of honor. Here’s to the Tonys of the world, good gentlemen who are willing to get primal when the time demands it. After all it’s women that look like Lola which causes us to do the worst to one another. To quote Tony Soprano “what can you do?” Salut!