There’s a strip club right down the street from me and I’ve never walked in, always thinking it’s too shady and I might get stabbed, but who knows. Maybe it’ll be my own heaven… or I’ll go to heaven. Glad you found yours!
Murph! That’s the general vibe that this place gives everyone who isn’t a local. That being said, you’re very unlikely to get stabbed at a strip club in the afternoon because everyone is so lethargic they probably don’t have the strength to swing a blade.
Excellent job here, Logan. It is truly a world of its own. I won't link it because I hate it when folks do that, but I'm writing about it right now as a part of larger story. I hear you. - Jim
Thanks for reading, Jim! Indeed it is. I’m sure the title and premise turned some folks away, but I’m glad you enjoyed it. And I understand about the linking. It’s a good courtesy to practice. That being said, be sure to let me know when you post your story so I can read it, sir.
When I worked in food service ( a lifetime ago ), the strip club was where my buddy and I would go for a quiet night during the week. The party was always happening somewhere else after a shift but sometimes we just needed a crooked table, tucked in the back corner, far from the lights and dancers, with a bottle of Jameson and a couple hours peace.
You captured the essence of this piece perfectly. That’s exactly what I was trying to communicate here. Wasn’t sure if this would resonate with anyone. But I’m glad a few folks like yourself gave it chance and could relate some.
I need to see those sketches
One day, I might reveal a few. My figure drawing skills are so amateur hour.
Don’t look at mine then
We must see them promptly!
There’s a strip club right down the street from me and I’ve never walked in, always thinking it’s too shady and I might get stabbed, but who knows. Maybe it’ll be my own heaven… or I’ll go to heaven. Glad you found yours!
Murph! That’s the general vibe that this place gives everyone who isn’t a local. That being said, you’re very unlikely to get stabbed at a strip club in the afternoon because everyone is so lethargic they probably don’t have the strength to swing a blade.
convincing argument. i may have to wander in sometime for shits and giggles now
nice writing, Logan. intriguing stuff.
Thanks, Troy! I’ve been accused a few times of being an “international man of intrigue.”
Excellent job here, Logan. It is truly a world of its own. I won't link it because I hate it when folks do that, but I'm writing about it right now as a part of larger story. I hear you. - Jim
Thanks for reading, Jim! Indeed it is. I’m sure the title and premise turned some folks away, but I’m glad you enjoyed it. And I understand about the linking. It’s a good courtesy to practice. That being said, be sure to let me know when you post your story so I can read it, sir.
When I worked in food service ( a lifetime ago ), the strip club was where my buddy and I would go for a quiet night during the week. The party was always happening somewhere else after a shift but sometimes we just needed a crooked table, tucked in the back corner, far from the lights and dancers, with a bottle of Jameson and a couple hours peace.
You captured the essence of this piece perfectly. That’s exactly what I was trying to communicate here. Wasn’t sure if this would resonate with anyone. But I’m glad a few folks like yourself gave it chance and could relate some.
Thanks for writing it 👊🏽
This really is what heaven is like.
Gritty and ground up.
Flickering neon and glowing black light.
Angels and demons battling it out on stage for the souls of the watchers.
If only life was a series of glowing neon lights. Thank you for reading.