It wasn’t the dirtiest place or anything but... When I was seventeen I was in a straightedge band and my parents let me go on tour with a bunch of ARA/SHARP skinheads (I mention this becaus it was maybe 1990 when having a shaved head was still a dangerous look for white guys). Anyhow, we’re playing a biker bar in LA that did matinee’s for “youth” oriented music and in between our show, while waiting to get paid, and getting ready for the night’s festivities, the owner locks the door, pulls down this big Jack Daniels mirror, and dumps out the largest bag of cocaine I’ve still ever seen.
It was like, a gallon ziplock bag filled three-quarters of the way to the top, and all saggy and bottom heavy. We watched as he dumped it out on the mirror and proceeded to ask our tour manager how we’d like to get paid.
Obviously, we weren’t down.... but after twenty something years, and all I’ve seen... holy sh!t, that must’ve been $100,000 worth of baby laxative and coke.