The eulogy

It's dead. I mourn its passing, but this club is finished. Many, many times I have been able to sift through the rubble and find a diamond in the rough here over the past few years. No more. Fat girl after fat girl got on stage, I only saw one fit girl, she was blonde with tattoos and looked good in the dark at a distance.

I nursed a beer or two, and told myself if a decent looking girl doesn't get on stage in the next twenty minutes, I'm out. Twenty minutes passed, all fat and no fit. I left for greener pastures. I had many good times here, but they are over and I doubt I will ever be back. Goodby Sharkys, RIP.