I'm not going back again. ...

I'm not going back again. Some fucking nerve.

Walked in at 10:30pm on a Friday night after a long day's work, paid the $10 cover. The place is ratchet as fuck, but the classiest of the dive clubs. That night all 12 dancers looked worn and beat up like life had dealt them a backhand of some kind or another.

I sat down by myself. 20 minutes. Nobody bothered me. Cool.