December 31, 2004
Excuse Me While I Purge
Something about the new year. I evacuate sordid memories in anticipation of collecting new sordid thoughts moving forward.
1993. I am moving to Memphis, so my lads take me out to a strip joint in a nasty section of North Charleston. The place is absolutely pestilent.
The dancer is about sixty, and her stretch marked breasts are criss-crossed with indigo arteries. An indignant and inebriated Velociman stands up and gets in her face and starts yelling "Whoop! They it is! Whoop! They it is!"
Cut to the parking lot. A bruised Velociman lifts himself from the ground, the imprint of shingletab freshly scored into his face. He turns, shakes his fist, and accompanies his lads to Outback for a nice hot steak that was, fortunately, less veiny than that horror of a stripper. And, yes, my lads were no help whatsoever. They told me later they wanted to kick my ass out. Ingrates. I treated them well.
Tittie bars. Ain't they grand?
Posted by: Queenie at December 31, 2004 8:48 PMShingletab. Hehe. You and me, Vman, we may be the last humans alive to know what the fuck shingletab is.
Well, outside of blogdom, that is.
I had a shingletab driveway when I's a kid. You learned to play ball on that tab, asphalt was for pussies.
Posted by: og at December 31, 2004 9:05 PMI was always pretty fond of them myself, Queenie. Never got pitched from one, though. Professional Courtesy, I guess.
Posted by: Mamamontezz at December 31, 2004 9:25 PMI know what "shingletab" is. I think I'm still digging residue from that shit out of my face today.
Posted by: Acidman at January 1, 2005 7:56 PMAbout the time you were moving to Memphis, all of the, um, exotic bars were controlled by Danny. I wonder if he ever got out of prison? Prolly so.
Nowadays Platinum Plus is the place of choice for those environs and is developing somewhat of a reputation nationally.
Don't ever tell them you're getting married, though. And, Jim Dandy pops in from time to time...
Posted by: Circa Bellum at January 3, 2005 9:52 PM