Two mistakes. No more.

Two mistakes were made. Both mine.

First, I arrived. That was a mistake because I knew better. Going far out of my way anyway in the hope I would find quality pussy at a discount price at OGD, I made my second mistake. I should have known how unrealistic my expectations were. I'd been to OGD enough times to know better.

Yet there I was. It was nearly dinner time, and the girls were mostly outside smoking when I pulled into the lot at the side of the bar. To enter I found myself having to run a sort of trailer trash gauntlet as the girls sized me up (and I tried to avert my eyes). Who wanted to see that? The bad faces. The bad outfits. So much cottage cheese.