Jul 31, 2020
4 min read
The Saddest Thing Ever Seen in a Strip Bar
It was in one of those little neon-and-tarpaper strip shacks a few blocks from the ocean in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Sometime around summer 2000, I guess. Midday, when only true champions occupy tavern tables.
I didn’t like strip clubs at the time (honestly). I still don’t like strip clubs (honestly). I find the whole scene uncomfortable and weird. On that day, however, I was with my…
