I’m A Believer

I finally understand what the fuss is all about. Finding myself once again in the neighborhood and based upon my semi-successful trip the other day, I decided to give The Geriatric Handy Factory another go. What the hell, right?

(For the “not enough information pedants - It’s a bar in a bright pink building, parking is fine, the place is run down but serviceable, there’s a stage in the middle of the rectangular bar, the woman are usually on stage for two songs, and the tip parade can be awful. I didn’t got to the bathroom this visit, but from you guys have written it’s still an open sewer. Strip Club Rule #1 is Never Use The ATM In The Place, so I have no idea how extravagant the penalty is for not hitting a nearby machine before you enter..)

Anyway, I’m a changed man.