@meemee124Tuesday August 26, We almost came out fighting
The
plan was to go bar-hopping till we were down and out - to get a better
feeling for the place and Tony’s role … I’m voted “Barfly next most
likely to succeed” for Tony’s it’s “research”.
Tuesday downtown here is colder than my Bishop’s balls … All that’s open
are over-lit cafes and confiterias …. and a red-curtained “live show”
bar every block or two. We chose the only no-one was touting and descend
into formica and velvet Hell.
I pass a $50 for two $8 entrances.
“No change here. You’ll get it inside”
Fat Anna takes our order- and more money … then sits the beer and
herself in my lap. A woman in the corner licks all her lips
“Certerfold-ishly”, pulling her G-string so high it must be scraping her
stomach wall by now.
“Black Marie” is obviously lactating .. her 2-inch nipples are literally
blackening my eye … “You suck my milk. I’ll suck yours.” Tony is
fending questions about how big he is and he can’t count how many or
who’s hands … “Change” he mumbles. Does he mean money or move? We try.
The manager blocks our way “Pay the girls.”“We
didn’t touch them.”
“They have $50 drinks.” Three “collectors” appear out of the darkness to
help make his point.
Forget “change”: it’s pay or fight time … but all I want to do is either
laugh or fart.
Tony’s sounds like a Tarantino character as he throws down a fifty
grumbling “F*ck, F*ck …” I can’t help but laugh at how “green”
we’ve been … and as I laugh I fart!