Here is a tale of the only time I've ever been to a strip club. It's set in Houston. In his short story Mexico, Rick Bass writes that people don't fall in love anymore in Houston. "It's just the pelvic thrust, and occasionally children as the result. There's no love, and that's the surest sign of death."
“As he sped through the freeway, I knew what the news would say if we died in an accident - two young Indian men crash a Mustang and die after a night at the strip club. The secret cabal of Indian aunts would have a field day.”
Lol. Indian aunts would make you guys the caution story. Stay away from strip clubs in Houston - death is a possibility.
haha that’s true, I’m glad you enjoyed reading it
“As he sped through the freeway, I knew what the news would say if we died in an accident - two young Indian men crash a Mustang and die after a night at the strip club. The secret cabal of Indian aunts would have a field day.”
Lol. Indian aunts would make you guys the caution story. Stay away from strip clubs in Houston - death is a possibility.
I loved reading this post ! Thank you Sachin.