Last Saturday....

Last Saturday. Heading out to my favorite place in the world (I guess)---Industrial Strip, in Hammond. Then, a weird thing happens--again. Something rips the steering wheel out of my hands and turns the car south, down I-65, all the way to Kokomo. I hate when that happens. I really do. I.S. is such a great club, and I always have a good time. Close to home, etc. The problem I have to overcome is my affection for, or addiction to, favorite dancers. At HH. Sure, I'm torn whether to go to I.S. or HH. But, worse yet, I'm always torn whether to go to HH on the day OR night shift. Both shifts have an abundance of foxes who love what little money I have, and that translates into lots of enticements thrown my way. Fun,fun,fun. But I've gotta get back to the Strip. I miss it. Either club will show you a really good time.