Going down the tubes

As I entered the club, the sign on the door advising of their new hours of 9-12:30 foreshadowed the sadness and desperation inside.

The manager/bartender took my 20 dollars and asked what I wanted to drink. There is a $10 dollar cover and 1 drink minimum. As they are a nude club, there was no alcohol. Sad that I couldn't depend on alcohol to dull my senses, I opted for a water. After asking if I wanted one-dollar bills, the bartender handed me six one-dollar bills back.

I could have taken my change back in quarters, as there wasn't much there that interested me. They have older strippers, tattooed strippers, and older tattooed strippers. Out of the 6 dancers, maybe 2 were actually worthy of being in a strip club without paying a cover charge for themselves.

There were about 10 customers, with 5 or 6 seeming to be in a group, sitting around the stage and laughing more than anything.

There was 1 girl that was attractive if you like tattoos, I remember seeing her a few years back when she was only 1/2 covered, but it's too much for me now, personal preference.