here we have a thousand or so odd people (and i do mean odd) lichored-up on copious amounts of local brew, listening techno renditions of local folk music, sung in native tongue (not english).
men acting out their boisterous alpha-male selves, ego's the size of the monumental chapel, also on the grounds (why? a nightclub with a chapel?!). women, easier than fishing in a barrel with a sawn-off browning, makes a town-central prostitute look like audrey hepburn. altogether a very sad sight.
and here's the crazy thing..
everybody loves this place. come 10pm, this place is packed. why? can anybody really be that desperate? i was there with a bunch of friends. we came in and bought a round of beers. and we couldn't down them fast enough to get out of there. i never finished mine, was just so relieved we left.
may i never set foot in a place even remotely similar..
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Good Times.
It isn't easy having a good time, even smiling makes my face ache.
Rester Noir
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