I went to this "club" and spun a little disco ball and and some punk employee hit me in the back of the head (coward "quazi") instead of being professional It was uncalled for. When I asked the obese bouncer for the GM or owners name he wouldn't give it to me. I wasn't drunk or belligerent. In retrospect I should have either gone nuts on them or had their broke Prince knock off arrested. I will spread the word about this disgusting shit hole in the wall the best I can. Subsequently I left with 5 other people (money out of their pocket). I really hate that place.
Creative Loafing Atlanta
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