For a Good Time
try Chickie Wah Wah.
There's nothing like the rush of that first suckerpunch followed by hands around your neck and a beer bottle breaking over your head at this mid-city hotspot, where the owner and bartender will do nothing to help you and, as an added bonus, throw your bleeding ass to the curb.
Now that we're alone, just me and you, tell me Chickie Wah Wah, whatcha gonna do?
There's nothing like the rush of that first suckerpunch followed by hands around your neck and a beer bottle breaking over your head at this mid-city hotspot, where the owner and bartender will do nothing to help you and, as an added bonus, throw your bleeding ass to the curb.
Now that we're alone, just me and you, tell me Chickie Wah Wah, whatcha gonna do?
posted by Burnt Notions at 8:17 AM
2 Comments:
That story's pretty intense, but I'm honestly not surprised given Dustin's history and the band that was playing. I hope Chickie stays open though or the Dixie Tavern kids won't have a place to beat each other up.
Ha, after posting, I happened to get in a conversation about it with my friend's neighbor, who, it turns out, was at the show and saw this whole thing go down. What wasn't published in that LJ entry is that friend's neighbor actually followed Dustin out with a few other dudes and 'ho, snap! Dustin tried to run 'im over with his car.
Good times, good times.
We came to the same conclusion re: the Dixie kids.
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