November 7, 2008

In Carr's exploits he references plenty of Minneapolis haunts I frequented, just a few years after he did. We called it "Can't Stand up Frank's" and I heard others refer to it as "Fall Down Frank's". His description is on the money, about $8 in that joint and you forgot who you were. BJ's was a dingy dive of a strip joint but typically had a few attractive dancers and sold plenty of cheap beer in cans. When you finished there you could cross the street to Jug Liquors for a 40 of Colt 45 and some Karkov Vodka to go. Liquid layers were mandatory for the cold bike rides home. 

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