Mile Marker 5,073
sinclair
Strip Club Nation
I took a look at the last five strip club reviews I wrote. I went from Kansas to Maine to Rhode Island to Montana to Oregon. There was an average distance of 1,268 miles traveled on each segment of the journey. That is a lot of miles between itches.
As the summer dies and another winter is born, there is more sand in the bottom of the hour glass than in the top, and I get reflective. I got to thinking how many nights I have stayed in hotel rooms since working full-time. I estimate about two thousand or so. I have been pulled over by the authorities three times: twice in Kansas and once in Nebraska. Both Jayhawks had pity for the nomad and only gave warnings. The Cornhusker dealt me a hefty speeding ticket. Then, I was thinking about how many Sincweisers I have drank in that span. Maybe eight thousand. When I am at home, I almost never consume alcohol. When I am on the road or at gentlemen's clubs, I more or less binge drink. It helps you fall asleep quicker in a bed that is not your own. It lubricates conversation with complete strangers. It is sanative for loneliness and white line fever.
Here today, gone tomorrow. All these dancers fill my sorrow. 🦕
As the summer dies and another winter is born, there is more sand in the bottom of the hour glass than in the top, and I get reflective. I got to thinking how many nights I have stayed in hotel rooms since working full-time. I estimate about two thousand or so. I have been pulled over by the authorities three times: twice in Kansas and once in Nebraska. Both Jayhawks had pity for the nomad and only gave warnings. The Cornhusker dealt me a hefty speeding ticket. Then, I was thinking about how many Sincweisers I have drank in that span. Maybe eight thousand. When I am at home, I almost never consume alcohol. When I am on the road or at gentlemen's clubs, I more or less binge drink. It helps you fall asleep quicker in a bed that is not your own. It lubricates conversation with complete strangers. It is sanative for loneliness and white line fever.
Here today, gone tomorrow. All these dancers fill my sorrow. 🦕
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The next day, I read a blurb in the local newspaper about the car wreck. One of the occupants was in critical condition at the local hospital. Interviewed eyewitnesses described a green brontosaurus running onto Interstate 40 and moments later emerging from the billowing smoke with the driver of the car. No one knew who he was or had a chance to speak to him as he had disappeared from the scene almost as quickly as he appeared.
Business travel, and by extension solo male travelers, may be the anchor customers for so many strip clubs. Safe neighborhoods in good school districts with healthy property values rarely exist around great strip clubs. When they do, many of us are hesitant to go for fear of being found out. Business travel provides means, motive, and opportunity for some great strip club exploring.
Cop chose to let me move along. Guessing he didn’t want to deal with paperwork of someone licensed in one state, car registered in another and owned by a rental car company. I got very lucky.
... Also on the psychological level. It might be worth pointing out there's a difference between loneliness and neediness. Meaning we are social animals and everyone gets the sensation of being lonely. But it only becomes an unpleasant or "unbearable" (alcohol inducing situation) when you don't have YOURSELF on your side. That's when you're truly lonely because then you're bereft of your inner self and inner resources. The solution to this is, of course, to learn to lean on your own inner motivations and act from them (rather than suppose and deny them). It's why people say life is adventure ... That is the adventure/journey of getting to find out who you are. Cheers brontosaurus man.