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Add to those the six Seattle booze belts profiled herein. These are the city's foremost thoroughfares of insurgency, blocks-long districts of bars and clubs wherein freedom is sought through drinking, dancing, rocking, and the most amorphous of pastimes, hanging out. Of course, with its liquor licenses and its "last calls," its tipping and ticketing, the bar/club is nothing if not a capitalist construct. True autonomy occurs in the spaces between bars, in the anticommercial nooks inside the (meat) marketplace: The coke-dusted toilets. The Frisbee games in the street. The inebriated couplings against rat-filled Dumpsters.
It is these zones of lib(er)ation that we celebrate, O Seattle!