The "BUTT BAR"
After the "Zanzi-Bar fiasco", Phil and I were looking for another cool place to hang out at night.

Phil heard one of the snob union extra mention a new place in Van Nuys:

The BUTT-BAR.

With a name like this, it can only be a winner. And IT IS ! What a place. And cool looking too. With a very nice owner named Father Mel.

Until last year, Father Mel was running some kind of a church in Santa Fe.

That's Father Mel on the far right, personally welcoming every customer into his new establishment. You sure don't find service like that anymore!

He told us he came up with the Butt Bar idea during mass, early last year. And that God gave him permission to open his new place.
There he is, the famous Niles Cohen.

Niles used to be a world famous ballet dancer in the 80's.

But he had a back accident in 1992, and became addicted to Beer. He never drinks anything else, not even water. He made quite a bit of money by suing the Boltchoy for firing him when he reached 280 pounds.

He now spends most of his days at the Butt Bar, reminiscing his dancing days. He drives all the way from orange county with his boyfriend Skipp.

Father Mel told me Niles is the best Santa Claus he ever met.

Here are some of the beauties you could meet, if you can get into the Butt Bar that is.

These 2 ladies are actually quite famous in the adult industry. They even now our landlord, Mr.Lomax. It IS a small world...

Phil tried to get their phone number, but they were too drunk to remember it.

But this lady had a phone number, and she was not afraid to use it.

She kept calling us to her table. I went to hide in the bathroom for a while, but Phil went over to talk to her. Turns out she was also in show business!

She used to be one of the biggest agent in Hollywood until March 1980. her name is Bamboo Eclair.

She told Phil he had potential to be a huge star. She needed for him to sign some kind of contract in her trailer, so he left with her.

At around 6 AM, Father Mel kicked me out of the bathroom. The bar was empty and he was closing.

This is what I saw when I came out: my roommate and best friend, Phil Schwartzetti laying there, passed out and beaten up. He couldn't explain a thing. He just said he wanted to "forget the whole thing ever happened". OK...
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