Friday, June 16, 2006


A good friend sent me a link from the paper saying that Mike Pinter was being forced into closing the old Club Juana. I figured that Mike would wiggle out of it... he has a talent for ducking fatal trouble. But it looks like this is it. I'm going to the funeral party tonight along with a few nostalgia lovers then the blue hairs of Casselberry can declare victory. I guess the real question is... what did they succeed in doing? They closed the fantasy factory. Now it's safe for them to lord over us mere mortals. It must be hard for people like that to remain so fucking pure. Or maybe the right word is constipated. Like Dax says.... just damn. Here's the link.