I am glad to see this place has been closed. Its a place often on my mind considering it was the only place I ever had a grown man try and sexually assault me after luring me into the place after hours with the prospects of free alcohol. While I hold no angst for that lovely night of sexual assault at the age of 15 by either the bar tender or the owner [no idea who the guy was], for the results of my blackout have yet to return to my attention [at least he offered me a place to stay that night]... I am sure there are dozens out there whose lives have been ruined forever within the walls of that vile sanctuary. I can name a couple right off the top of my head but I guess its all good, the beer was free and the fondling brief. What eerks me the most is the fact that some pedophile out there has a damn scrap book with "day After" pictures of me prancing around all over the down town area like I was something special, rather than a more likely drugged and raped teen. I will say the photo gallery memoirs are much preferable to what other thoughts could fill that missing piece of my life...And Again I'll say personally I have no angst. I get it. There are happy people, sad people and there are Fucking sickos. It takes all sorts to keep this world turning. But I do hope they finally arrested this guy, or guys. If not, track me down with my I.P. Ill be happy to relate a few stories of what has happened to me and countless other homeless kids between 19who knows when the sicko began and 1998 when he got his hands on me. I guess you do what you got to do for a hot meal and a place to stay. I even remember where the bastard lived with his Scrawny long haired Native Roomate. Have fun flipping through the Photo album trying to figure out which one I was you freaking Sick fuck. Unless the cops get it first.
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