Clubs in Pontiac Michigan are pretty shit. Pontiac is similar in a lot of ways to Detroit. The club scene in Michigan is great. Especially if you are interested in the scuzzy type.
I am wearing hiking shoes, blue jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. My friends are pretty hilarious. We stick out against the sparkly short dresses and spiked up hair like a sore thumb. I am in the center of the dance floor, my friends are sweating profusely from all the dancing around me they are doing. I am uncomfortable and I don't want to dance. Then one of them starts chanting my name. It goes from being a chant of my name to chanting dance. Suddenly everyone who is near to us is looking at me yelling DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! I refuse, but the chanting continues. I start dancing. On the way out this guy stops me. He is tattooed all over, including his face. He tries to spit some game. "Ay girl, you know why I like you. You ain't like these other bitches dressin' all slutty n' shit." "Yeah, because I am dressed like a grandma." He tries to tell me he is really young. There is no way in hell. He pulls out identification to prove his age. He doesn't even have a drivers license. I bid him a farewell. We left the club, I swore to never return again. Except I did, time after time.
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