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| - There is a portion of my life that I hold very dear but I can't seem to remember very much of it. I place thanks and blame on the Five O'clock in Lakewood. I spent nearly all of my free time from age twenty one to twenty seven inside of its soft, welcoming embrace. I loved all of her: the cheap Pabst draught, the Big Buck Hunter game (RIP), and the local ripper dudes playing The Hellcopters, Dead Boys and all of the other good drinking music. I will not, however, stand up for what the bar is like now, my time with it has passed, but my last few visits have been low key with local weirdoes barely speaking over the televisions hanging over their beers.
I have walked there in the rain, the snow, and left tons of shows early just to walk through those ugly swinging doors. Wednesdays used to be out of control what with eighties night at the Chamber being right next door. But pretty much every night could turn into the best of black outs if you were smart enough to let it go down that way. And if you were looking to have relations with a stranger this was an easier (and cheaper) place to make that happen than any brothel in Nevada. I said it and a lot of people are still regretting it. The best.
Go inside the men's room and use the urinal (guys and gals) because the carving of the initials TFA still reigns supreme. Go inside for whatever reason because this was the place for a time but other places took its place. Most of the original cast still works there, for better or worse, so you can make your memories as vague as I made mine. All in all, this place is a total winner but I can't remember all the reasons why, and that's the best reason why. You're turn!
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