by NEVA BRYAN
Walther PPS by Brandon Jasper | Flickr
The exotic dancer is more exotic than most. She has a vestigial tail that rests just above her butt crack.
It hangs over a wisp of translucent fabric that could optimistically be called a thong. The tail is a little nub about the length of my pinky finger. When the dancer wiggles it, her glitter- dusted tail shimmers pink and silver beneath the stage lights. The music is loud. Throbbing. Perfect for the way she dances.
Her stage name is Cosmic Flickers. From the looks of the crowd, she’s the club’s most popular dancer.
This whole scene makes me want to puke. I have to remind myself that I’m here to find my sister.
by TIM FRANK
As If Hell Were A Real Place
Michael Patrick Welch / McSweeney's
New Orleans / Ryan Thomas / Flickr
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