My first boobie bar

So being 18 years old and in 29 Palms, CA isn't nearly as awesome as it sounds. There is absolutely nothing to do in the middle of nowhere in the desert. Marines always find ways to enjoy themselves our favorite thing to do was head to Palm Springs, CA home of old people and golf. We would get a room at the Historic Oasis and try to figure out how to entertain ourselves. More often than not we talked about how many chicks we were going to pick up without ever actually finding any and getting drunk in our room playing video games but at least we weren't in the barracks. So there I was with Hank (my roommate his name isn't actually hank but we called him that because he looked like the cartoon character Hank Hill from King of the Hill) and the rest of the usual suspect. Chung (his actual name) decided we should got see titchs. It took us awhile to figure out what he was saying through his heavy drunken accent but it was tits. Seeing tits is a good idea at any age, but at 18 it was the best idea ever. Seeing as how most had never been to a strip club we became excited about this new adventure. We called up a cab company and told the guy to takes us to the titty bar. As can be expected with a cab full of drunk kids he droves around the city and dropped us off at a bar we couldn't get into. After some talking to the bouncer he direct us to Pope's. Now Pope's isn't your traditional strip club. It's more than that Pope's is where a young man goes to conquer the fear of the unknown. The location of Popes is down right scary. It sat in the middle of an alley that the cab driver refused to drive down. The bouncer looked like he was fresh out of prison and probably lacked the proper self control required to not beat a man to death. Pope's was a full nude juice bar and you were required to by two drink plus your cover. So $40.00 dollars each later we were set and ready for action. Now being fresh out of high school you have yet to experience what the joys of motherhood does to a woman's body. Even the girls I knew with kids bounced back pretty well. But at Pope's these were no girls these were women. Women with bills and kids in high school. These were women with drug and alcohol addictions. The first one on stage to the life out of the party. She was a older lady early to mid 40's and when her clothes came off. The shy awkward anxiousness of boys turned into pain and discomfort. As we watch this older lady undress the feeling of shame sank over me. These were not boobies or titties. These were breast from which someone probably older than us had once suckled to get sustenance. There was nothing sexy about this at all. I like watching an accident I couldn't turn away. It was completely fucking horrible at the tender age of 18 i had only heard about what pregnancy does to a body but seeing the loose skin and stretch marks were enough. This place needed to serve alcohol it had to, no one was sitting through this shit sober. I quickly got up and went to the pool area to shoot pool. This is also where you were enticed into buying a private dance. The chicks in this room looked like every chick I've seen on MTV's True Life - my life is shit because of pick your poison. So trying to be respectfully as possible we declined dance after dance. Then the situation turned unfriendly when one dancer (using the term loosely) was frustrated with our over interest in pool and lack of interest in hideous bodies. At this age I wasn't as much of a firecracker as I am now and something about a chick insulting with her tits swinging and and her gut flipping over the top of her thongs is a little intimidating. So we decided to leave. Some of us got lap dances while others of us didn't but we all left a little pride in Popes and came out with a better sense of reality. Holla

Hutch