Kill Your Family

I still have stacks of $1 bills in two of my coat pockets because I spent the evening last week (in Portland) here:

I actually took this photo a few nights before because of the hilarity of it. I had no clue I would be dragged here again and on J Mack’s night. The clientele Mr. Mack attracted made it “Brother Night” up in the titty bar, which is entertaining in and of itself.

Outside of the people watching, I maintained my own brand of entertainment by telling Black strippers that my friend, “Loves him some dark chocolate.” And that my homie wanted to see her “black-ass nipples.” She loved him! She even did the “Tijuana stripper move” where she takes a customer’s hat, puts it on and does a little dance for him. After she finished dancing she told my friend that she wanted to give him a backrub and later they should exchange numbers.

Amazing. Simply amazing.