Last night Ben, Marty and I went out to the Roost. He wanted to meet some guy there which is fine, but being a smart little boy he brought us along, even though I ended up paying all the cover. So he went off "dancing" (poor little android boy) and Ben and I people watched. Really I had wanted to dance but Ben wasn't in the mood so we didn't. I don't think it really mattered though as it wasn't crowded enough and the music was horrible. They have a house vocalist but all she does is ruin the songs, I kind of wanted to bitch slap her but I figured i might get thrown out for that.
The atmosphere is thick with drugs and sex, the people are dirty and crude. That, right there, is the scum of a population gathered in one place. And I’m not saying that to be all anti-queer, cuz as it stands Buddy’s is my favorite place to dance and that’s another gay bar. But....ewwww man, i mean there was water leaking along one of the walls and your hand comes back with a stick film, no matter what you touch.
I have come to the conclusion that the only thing its good for it pushing drugs and writing. Sit people watch, dissect and pigeon hole a population. Sounds like fun to me...
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