Not every night was golden. There were problems on a regular basis, the door money being skimmed, regulars that came in for trouble only, no cops besides twice for noise reasons at least when I was there all the time. I knew and know why cops do not show up.
There were a lot of nights I was not sure things could keep going. Between drinking like my liver was sentenced to death, a few people that could never be gangster but wanted to be, people skimming from the door, driving nights I clearly shouldn’t. We were reckless, some of us didn’t make it. The amount of booze, the cocaine (done by others), the over stepping by idiots not the band but crazy motherfuckers not thinking. That is normal in a lot of places though.
The rose colored glasses are off for this one. I forget if I already covered uncle Donnie committing suicide, the time where the police were somewhat welcomed due to someone trying to go wild with a broken bottle (I wasn’t there for that one), the hostage situation or standoff depending on how you look at it, the guy hiding in the couch for three days I do not remember why. I was there for the more peaceful time and all that happened during my time there.
It was safe due to basically a gang of us keeping an eye. The place brought the best and worst of many of us. The supposed hand stabbing (I wasn’t there for that and if I was you wouldn’t get the names out of me). At times I miss the clubhouse , at others I don’t knowing I wouldn’t because I found the place when I was early 20s and am 34 now. No way I would survive going at that pace so long. I got lucky where others have not in the alcohol fueld life.
I know it isn’t the same now, nowhere is though. It is about the people not the place unless you a farmer possibly.
I have heard when cops are called four cop cars would show up because they knew it was going to be a dangerous situation. There is beauty in that to me. I like where police are not welcome. With that can come trouble. I was not there when the cops were called that was before my time.
I know one person was drugged, I was not there when it happened but still know it to be true. Luckily it did not go further than that. You can never keep all the bad away.
Early on I mentioned someone that was or is part of a gospel family. I have seen him with his band pi, if you get a chance do not pass it up. He plays bass with one glove on kind of like Michael Jackson if he had more musical talent instead of just singing. I expected some stuff that was maybe a little raunchy but he is more tongue and cheek and plays bass more smoothly than anyone else I have seen. It just comes across completely natural. I could say a lot about him as a man but that is for people that know him which if you are reading this I am guessing you don’t even if you do.
He was around a lot and asked me to play bass for pi at one point. It never happened and I am glad it didn’t I do not have that level of skill. It was an honor to be asked none the less. I am guessing he was drunker than he seemed. The church is good at covering up how drunk or fucked up someone actually is in my experience.
There is a woman which I knew at one time which I think was a cheater. I met her through the time I was at the place I talked about so far. It was one of the early nights of the back room. She said she hurt her back which she may have. I can’t say how she felt.
After the fact she became a heroin addict and a hooker after distancing himself from him meaning coddington I may have distanced himself first. Do I still have a soft spot for her? Yes. It is my brothers sister. Why the fuck wouldn’t I. The woman I was talking about was seen on cnn for a garage fire with kids inside. Hers and her sisters. This was fucked but it was after she cleaned her mother out. By that I mean took all her cash at least most of it anyway.
Heroin is a hell of a drug.
I think the guy I was booking with brought hans condor to the bar. Whoever it was I should have thanked. They are from somewhere in Tennessee if I remember right. You can see the Iggy and the stooges influence. Some long haired motherfuckers that tore it down. I saw the old fucks getting into it. There was intensity, passion, skill, and lack of caring all bound together. I do not know if they use speed or coke but either one would be a good bet on what I saw that night. Their crew was with them. It seemed like equality even when it comes to beating ass if needed.
I have no fucking clue who was on the bill the rest of the night. I know that happens a lot. I know it was regulars I just do not remember who. I am hoping they got enough gas money and a place to crash, I was wasted though so I do not know for sure. Not puke wasted, those stories are coming. It was a mix of adrenaline and cheap beer since that is what I have always leaned towards. It is a band I have only seen once and want to see again.
Jaws were dropped, beer was spilled, and bodies were flying. The music was like a jackhammer wielded by someone on p.c.p.
Here is a story or background about two people. A male and a female unnamed. I had a crush on a someone it was the drummer from the petafylers girlfriend. She was violent but only when needed or receptive. The guy I am talking about has been bloody due to her but was not her boyfriend.He was a rough son of a bitch couldn’t say how he is now. They were linked with the petafylers as you know by now. I had respect for both. I remember them ripping my pants by picking me up by them.
The female wouldn’t take any shit. Either would he. Both possibly gluttons for punishment. When things got rowdy in a good way they were usually in the mix.
They will be mentioned in many stories I am sure.
This story jumps ahead, there will be more between coming up.
The run of the petafylers was over this night. It was their last show. The one time guitar player was on vocals at this point. It was their last show. I wish I could give you the full show run down but I can’t for different reasons which you will see soon.
I was drinking heavy but could still fully function. I think all of us were. The woman that would become my girlfriend shortly after all this shit was hurt, so I walked her back to her house a few weeks away. I was drinking whiskey and fucking her until I got a phone call to come back. I saw the beginning of their set and the end because I had to drive someone how that was passed out on a table.
They were in rare form. You could feel the anger, the energy, and what all this meant. I do not know if I have ever seen them better. Bodies and spit were flying. The two stand ins were holding it down. By this point the singer and bass player both left. At points you could barely hear the singers voice over that of everyone shouting the lyrics.
This is one day I wish I could revisit but it is probably better not to have another one like this. Take the fucking out, and the beginning of a bad relationship. It is a night for the record books.
At one point in time there was talk of midget tossing and wheelchair jousting brought up at the bar. Midget tossing by angel, and wheelchair jousting by Mike that spends a lot of his time in one. It would be even more added business, and I would love to throw someone smaller than me. I was told I was going to be the horse for jousting. I am still wanting to wheelchair joust with a broom handle. Sounds like fun to me.
I was wanting that shit to happen form seven until eight. Before the shows. During would be fun but to dangerous. Angel vanished before the midget tossing could happen.