purple jack shack...

invariably two or three of the four names on the blackboard will be 'deal-breakers'-gurls that if you had any way of knowing ahead of time were on, you'd have spared yourself the unpleasant journey over philly's mean streets, and stayed home in your jammies with your lotions and bottles. i've been known to walk in, glance at the board on the way to the pisser, void and depart. over time i got smarter, and land right before shift change to maximize exposure to something better than the usual, very low BP standards, i.e. too thin, too fat, too tatted, too old, reeking of smoke or pizza, with missing and stained chompers, lackluster stage presence, and worse personalities. why bother you might ask?..

.i guess hope, like that nasty thing between your legs, springs eternal, and there is a strong masochistic element of simply wanting to soak in the degeneracy. there are upsides-a fresh bank of flat screens that are actually viewable, new laminate on the bar top, 'happy hour' on wednesdays from six 'til you can stand it, smoke your lungs out, nobody gives a damn about cell phones, hygiene and attire are so irrelevant they could make you suspect, ice cold guinness still served in bottles, and if you drink enough, swallow the right pills, close your eyes and hold your breath, you will be serviced to your heart's content in a dingy cubby for a reasonable amount of lettuce...but check your person for creepy-crawlies before re-entering your vehicle.. a few of 'em want OUT of that cubby in the worst way...