Toothless Trannies

yesterday, I had a profound memory of going to a sleazy, dive bar in Pioneer Square, close to the old ColorBox, by the bathhouses with my partner in crime Sean. It was a tiny sliver of a tavern, with an old wooden bar from the 1800′s. “Beat It” was on the jukebox and a toothless, black tranny was on the bar lip-syncing. As I drank my moonshine I noticed a homeless couple groping each other in the back booth.