I wandered into McHales rocking an ass-length ponytail. I thought I was about to die. I bought the only bottle of Budweiser I’ve ever had since 3rd grade, pounded it and GTFO. I thought I was a goner.
There was another shithole dive called The Pegasus that I went to with a bunch of Puyallup tribal members, and it was ok. I went there alone a couple weeks later, and the bartender told me to get out while I still could. It was a “run while you still have legs” warning. She gave me a coupon on a coaster for the rum and coke I ordered. I still have it. It’s been 30 years.