When you’ve been living in a hotel room that has visible smoke damage from all the years of subsidized wasted taxpayer money, it’s to be expected that it comes with a low I Q.
One of the bands I play in was at a FL beach dive bar last nite. 4 hour gig. It was PACKED with booze-swilling college gals, most wearing skirts. Lots of dancing. Most people can't dance for shit, but they were having fun. All White folks, except towards midnight a nigger entered with his mudshark, and the crowd parted as if an ambulance were coming thru. Thankfully, they left a few minutes later.
Sadly, half of the yunger gals were staring at dey fones most of the time. The guys didn't even make an effort to talk to them. Most gals were legit gorgeous and not fat. Everyone was well behaved, no fights or screaming, except for one fat Tennessee harridan that LOVED the band. We musicians all stayed sober, and drove home $300 richer. I didn't see one cop all night, in a White area they ain't needed.
BONUS: as we were packing up, a gorgeous drunk gal demanded to sing a song with the band. My efforts to convince her we were going home were ignored, and she demanded to 'speak to the person in charge'. I fobbed her off onto the singer, who laffed in her face. As I was walkin to my van, I saw the hapless gal puking into a golf cart. INTO, not onto. I wished her well, drove home, showered, and ate a huge plate of Hamburger Helper.
