Stairway to Hell
For a while I was considering going to the uber-clubs in downtown to check them out for work. Of course, that was only if I got VIP treatment. Those thoughts, for the most part, went by the wayside but every so often, I thought it would be a good idea to check out the nightlife trend. But after reading Michael Grabell’s article yesterday, I’m probably never going to go. At least for sure I’ll never go to Purgatory upon reading this:
Since the club opened, police reports show, patrons have been knocked unconscious, hit in the head with beer bottles, punched, kicked, slapped, scratched, choked until passing out, bitten on the thigh, beaten with a Glock pistol, hit with a flashlight, hit with a crowbar, hit with a small weight attached to a heavy chain, thrown headfirst into a parking meter, threatened with a handgun for groping women after drinking eight Incredible Hulk shots, pushed, Maced, Tasered, pulled by the hair and hit in the face with a high-heeled shoe.
In fact, I’m just gonna give up any of my former thoughts about the downtown dance clubs. Thanks for the warning, Michael.
The “Heaven” floor at Purg looks nice but I don’t wanna die and go there.
