Dancing, smancing?! Why is it when a dance club opens the first thing people say is “Here comes the drunken vandals”. Back in the South where I come from originally, we like to stereotype to. One time they were going to open a cigar lounge right between a live blues club and dance club, and you should of heard the people go off. “WTF? They wanna open a cigar lounge in this neighborhood? Here comes the uptight, Harley riding, Republican yuppies.” Thank God it never opened. We fought it tooth and nail. Anytime you get a yuppie bar, all of sudden all the drink prices go up at the surrounding places, then the Karoke nights start, then the bad cover bands, then no bands at all, then . . . well you know the rest of the story.

I say they should just call the NEW club ‘Drunken Vandals’  Hell, why be all secretive about what goes on there. Give everyone a broken beer bottle on their way out to. They should only be allowed to serve Malt Liquor, Ripple Wine and Strawberry Philly Blunts. How do I get a seat on this Zoning Commission?

Peace,

D. Trodden