Unholy Dive

Where do I even begin? The best part about Band Aids is the door guy; he's cool and it's all downhill from there.

Some clubs you go to in the Valley and it's like seeing a field with a few good looking horses and one or two unicorns. There's a general level of quality and then god damn, a few you'd like to dance with. Not Band Aids, no...the best way I can describe it is like going to the beach with food. The seagulls pester the fuck out of you, there's a slight smell, and you leave after getting accosted by some bird.

I went in sometime in the late afternoon. The lights were down LOW, like really low. There were maybe 15 girls standing around and I thought was at the pearly gates, but no...

I order a beer. The bartender looked like she's one pack from the grave. I feel a hand on my back and one of the girls is really aggressively rubbing my back and shoulder. I turn around and see the most plain jane in her late thirties with rolls. Not interested. I sit down and another chunky girl spasms on and around the pole in what may have been a dance. Another girl eats her lunch at a table, chewing with her mouth open and staring around. A girl with leathery skin and no curves asks if I want a dance. I chug my beer, hightail it out of there, and never, ever look back