when the back of the house...

when the back of the house (dressing room) fracas erupted wed aft i had two immediate thoughts: armed robbery-common in philly and its outer sketchy areas-in which case this could be my sordid end, or major league cat-fight. fortunately it was only the latter. the benches were cleared as several dancers chose sides and were physically restrained. the instigator ('trash talker') was thrown out once, reappeared two minutes later and was thrown out a second time...as everything except the chatter on the three antiquated (showing only filmy colors of burnt orange, chartreuse green, and dull black) tv's came to a halt...adding to the festivities was an audition-escorted in by her gurly friend-by a new wannabee BJ star...best described as a third rate demi moore type...big boned, long shoulder tat...technically proficient enough @ the pole but with that pale and vampirish quality of all strippers whose souls were sucked out of them a decade ago...everything too large and sagging by twenty pounds...she'll be added to the roster...as the services required must take their toll on psyches and jaws...the turnover churns on in the endless task of ameliorating the insatiable loneliness of the human male...