OK, so it looks like Trophy's is never gonna go away. Somebody was gonna knock it down and build condos. Someone was gonna build a better club. Someone was gonna build a grocery store... Right now none of that's gonna happen. You can't even rub the place out of South Congress, it just keeps working it's way in deeper.
When I got there the front door was being put back on the hinges because it came off again. On a more positive note there wasn't a sewer smell coming from the ladies room all night. It only lasted a little while and I played on the other side of the stage so I had another ten feet of smell dissipation between me and the sewer. With of the recent Austin club scandals like Jovitas ($7K a day in wholesale heroin sales!) Trophy's has moved up a few notches in it's overall status. It's a total shithole but an "honest" one. No one is getting rich out of that place...
Breakdown
Once again the free six pack per band. Lame, but enough people bought me beers I was happy. We kicked ass. Just the five of us, the new "core" of the Hickoids. We made a lot of fun of Davy and his porn addiction. The man is too busy masturbating to find porn on the internet! Sad...
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