When the Music Stopped
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The constant din and rhythm becomes a part of us--we crave it--it's the fabric of the strip club. For me, it is a thrill to enjoy an awesome sound system and watch the dancers, but it also brings a favorite peeve--disrepectful, loud-mouth DJ's. They can go home, as far as I am concerned. But, I am wandering...
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Several years ago, I was at my favorite club well reported here, in one of the cramped cubes enjoying some LD's with J.. (hardbody extreme!) when the music stopped unexpectedly. (Was the damn DJ shortening the song?) The unusual silence continued, and we emerged from the cube, standing at the side of the stage, to behold one of the customers motionless, on his back, approximately perpendicular to the bar, with his feet near his empty bar stool. I subconsciously noted it was a stool I had occupied many times. He was about my build and looked a little bit older than me, but otherwise not a person I had previously noticed, and no one I knew (In fact, I do not talk with or get to know any of the other customers--I suppose I am a loner.) He could not be drunk--it is a non-alcohol club, I was thinking. He had apparently passed out, and did not have a buddy or dancer companion sitting with him at the time (he was another loner). The initial erie hush was punctuated by urgent appeals from the bartender--she had come around to the front of the bar and kneeled over him. I heard her say. "He is not breathing." She called 911, and the police arrived within about 3 minutes and did some chest massage. The rescue squad and ambulance arrived about 4 minutes later and immediately got to work on him. I was transfixed by all this, pleasantly surprised by how fast help had arrived. Questions popped into my head--who was he? Does anyone know he is here? The emergency team continued to work--they administered oxygen and checked his vital signs. I heard one of them say, "He is in defib." "Clear!" They applied the shock defibrillator several times. Yes, the entire body jerks. Other than that jerking, he never moved again, as far as I could see. The revival attempts continued over what I thought was a long time--10 or 15 minutes, and the team loaded him onto a gurney and rolled him out of the club, continuing to administer oxygen. I learned the next day that he did not survive.
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After a little intermission, the music started again. Unfortunately, the mood was somber and I left the club struggling with a powerful sense of doom. I have been back to the club many times and enjoy it immensely, rarely recalling the events of that day.
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If there is anything to be learned from this, it may be that it is not too soon to make sure our affairs are in order, and to make sure that each second of every lap dance is fully appreciated. We never know when our song will end unexpectedly.
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The constant din and rhythm becomes a part of us--we crave it--it's the fabric of the strip club. For me, it is a thrill to enjoy an awesome sound system and watch the dancers, but it also brings a favorite peeve--disrepectful, loud-mouth DJ's. They can go home, as far as I am concerned. But, I am wandering...
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Several years ago, I was at my favorite club well reported here, in one of the cramped cubes enjoying some LD's with J.. (hardbody extreme!) when the music stopped unexpectedly. (Was the damn DJ shortening the song?) The unusual silence continued, and we emerged from the cube, standing at the side of the stage, to behold one of the customers motionless, on his back, approximately perpendicular to the bar, with his feet near his empty bar stool. I subconsciously noted it was a stool I had occupied many times. He was about my build and looked a little bit older than me, but otherwise not a person I had previously noticed, and no one I knew (In fact, I do not talk with or get to know any of the other customers--I suppose I am a loner.) He could not be drunk--it is a non-alcohol club, I was thinking. He had apparently passed out, and did not have a buddy or dancer companion sitting with him at the time (he was another loner). The initial erie hush was punctuated by urgent appeals from the bartender--she had come around to the front of the bar and kneeled over him. I heard her say. "He is not breathing." She called 911, and the police arrived within about 3 minutes and did some chest massage. The rescue squad and ambulance arrived about 4 minutes later and immediately got to work on him. I was transfixed by all this, pleasantly surprised by how fast help had arrived. Questions popped into my head--who was he? Does anyone know he is here? The emergency team continued to work--they administered oxygen and checked his vital signs. I heard one of them say, "He is in defib." "Clear!" They applied the shock defibrillator several times. Yes, the entire body jerks. Other than that jerking, he never moved again, as far as I could see. The revival attempts continued over what I thought was a long time--10 or 15 minutes, and the team loaded him onto a gurney and rolled him out of the club, continuing to administer oxygen. I learned the next day that he did not survive.
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After a little intermission, the music started again. Unfortunately, the mood was somber and I left the club struggling with a powerful sense of doom. I have been back to the club many times and enjoy it immensely, rarely recalling the events of that day.
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If there is anything to be learned from this, it may be that it is not too soon to make sure our affairs are in order, and to make sure that each second of every lap dance is fully appreciated. We never know when our song will end unexpectedly.
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<p>A week after my last day, I pick up a paper. The guy who took my place had followed a suspected felon into a public bathroom. The felon got the drop on the cop. The felon pointed the .25 mid forhead and pulled the trigger. Hammer fell on the firing pin. Firing pin hit the bullet. The bullet, for whatever reason, didn't go off.</p>
<p>There but for the grace of God go I. </p>
Not that I'm not sorry for the guy...it can happen to any of us at any time.
Yes, had to pay for the dances. What would it take to get a free dance anyway--a f... magnitude 9 earthquake?! :)