Had the dubious pleasure of viewing...

Had the dubious pleasure of viewing Tara, Asia and Layla in this pathetic outpost of Grunge. One of them was so drunk she tumbled onto the stage while selecting her songs at the juke. Spent the last half of her set prostrate on her tummy with her legs in the air while she played with her cell. Another one informed me quite casually that dances were thitry dollars with an additional more personal act in the three figure range. Adding, 'yes I do those too.' She was hacking as she spoke and was later overheard describing her abcessed tooth to the lucky guy who bought her a shot. Had to laugh when I harmlessly requested a cup for my brewski and the homely 'tender placed a four ounce juice glass in front of me. The best thing about this place is you'll never see or find it at nite if you don't know exactly where it is-and believe me you don't want to know exactly where it is.