A Saturday Night in Los Angeles Part II

Part 2
Bright neon lights flashed about a block down the road. “Well shit. Let’s check it out,” one of us said, or perhaps I thought out loud. Supplying power to the bright and inviting neon signs was a gentlemen’s establishment who’s name I can’t recall. Who needs names when titties are on the table? We sure as hell didn’t.

“Topless Dancers” is all we needed to see to ensure our entrance into this neon castle of lust. “Is there a bar here?” I asked, knowing full well being blinded by the various glowing beer signs. “Uh, yes” the man said with an accent while sporting a full urban combat uniform. “WTF” I mentioned to my roommate and fellow titty-gazer. “This is downtown LA” he said, and with a checking of a few California state ID’s I nodded my head as if to understand the bizarre and ridiculous statement. Wait, but what about the cover?

No cover…