July 31, 2005
KNIFE AND GUN CLUBS
That's what the Senator used to call those perilous establishments. Places like Junior's Supper Club, somewhere on the backroads to Atlanta, around Metter, I guess.
I'm not talking biker bars. Bikers may look intimidating, but they are by and large great peeps. Only about 5% of bikers are outlaw bikers. Just like the rest of the population.
No, I mean knife and gun clubs. Where the locals go to furiously fuck with each other, to rectify grievances, establish turf, avow the ownership of a particular piece of pussy.
My old man used to like these places, as I recall. I can remember him telling my brother and I to Stay in the fucking car! while he went inside for a while. I think he was having a few pops, and waiting for a knifing. He was printing money in the late '60's, and mostly, I think, because of the grievances that arose from knife and gun clubs. It was easier money than murder trials. You had so many witnesses!
Cox's. Pop Edwards'. Junior's. Lawyers today don't proactively seek out the easy money. They don't have the nuts. The Senator prolly started a few of those fights, just to slip his card in their bloody shirt pockets afterwards.
I tip my hat to the old man. A true afianado of the knife and gun club.
How about Dugger's or Hatcher's on Highway 17? They'd issue you a gun or a knife at the door if you didn't bring your own.
Posted by: Acidman at July 31, 2005 5:51 PMHatcher's? Fuck, dude.
Posted by: Velociman at July 31, 2005 6:00 PMYour old man sounds a lot like mine. One of my earliest memories is of being in a high speed police chase with pops at the wheel of his 49 Mercury--I was about six years old--which probably explains why I ran from the cops twice when I was young and dumb. The apple don't fall far.
Dad used to take me and my twin brother into some of the dumps he patronized, too. We'd wait at the bar while he shot pool. I remember that most of his "friends" usually had a finger or two missing--scary fellows.
Dad is a born-again Christian now. I kinda miss the old "thug" Dad.
Posted by: Frank L. at July 31, 2005 9:08 PMOne place I remember in Atlanta, which was the source of as many dirty deeds, if not overt violence, was Billy's. There was one in Buckhead and one in Decatur, one on the Southside, and it seemed like anytime anyone back in the day rolled into ATL to score something illegal, they had to first go a Billys and wait for the hookup first. It was kind of like the Delta Crown room for the college recreational drug set.
Billy's is long gone now, padlocked like so many places you remember like that. I drove past the Decatur location the other day, and it's a Chinese buffet now(of course). I should have stopped in and tried to score some China White just for old time's sake.
Posted by: rankin' rob at August 1, 2005 8:34 PMI remember my old man telling me about a client of his who stuck a knife into another fellow at Junior's and then walked around him.
Junior's wasn't on the backroads, though. It was right there on Highway 80 about 2 miles west of Metter. And what the fuck is a "Supper Club"?
Closest thing now I guess is Yong's Country Club on Highway 17.
Posted by: Jack Straw at August 1, 2005 9:53 PMDecades ago, the wee wifey and I picked up a couple hitchikers in the Rustang who were on their way to their favorite drinking establishment on Chicago's North Side and insisted that we go with. When herself was asked in class the following evening, she announced that we went drinking at the Warbonnet, a cop in the class reported that he "wouldn't go in there without backup."
Posted by: triticale at August 1, 2005 11:00 PM