Does This Look Like The Face Of A Detroit Man Who Runs A Strip Club Out Of His Dead Dad's House?

Detroitblog.org - Welcome to Club Thunderbolt, the strangest place in the city to get a lap dance. It’s located in the back room of an old house in an east side neighborhood of working class bungalows. The owner "Thunderbolt", who stopped using his real name years ago, is a striking sight. He’s 6 foot 5, has longish hair combed back, and he wears a black suit with a bulletproof vest underneath and a gun on his waist. His face droops on one side, the after-effects of getting shot in the head, in a Detroit alley, when he was 11 years old. Other than the girls, he’s the only one who works here. “I play everything — daddy, uncle, banker, provider of tanning,” he says. Twenty-four hours a day, any day, you can come to a show or a show can be brought to you. He says he’s open for business 24 hours a day, and will wake up at any hour to get the club going.“As far as I’m concerned,” Thunderbolt says, “when a guy calls up to come here, he’s my ‘friend.’” And though the club is dry, people can still drink. “If they want to party and bring their own party favors, that’s OK,” he says. Thunderbolt stays in the room the whole time, watching. He takes 10 percent of the girls’ earnings for his services. His business card simply says “Thunderbolt — Party Naked” next to a phone number. The club’s main room, at the back of the house, looks like a Northern Michigan lodge decorated in the 1970s. The walls are fake wood paneling. The aged carpet is greenish-brown. The seating is an old, thick, sectional couch. A single bed rests suggestively in a corner. An ancient stereo receiver and 8-track tape player sits on a table. A few shotgun shells are lined up along its edge, incongruously.

This is why I love Detroit. I'm so tired of the strip club bureaucracy that has plagued this great nation. At least we can thank god that we have Thunderbolt to take up a grass roots movement that keeps beavers in our face and the boobie tassles a swaying. Cause I'm as tired as anyone about 1 minute and 30 second, fully clothed lap dances that bleed my wallet dry and not my cock. Thunderbolt and I are on the same wavelength here. We are the kind of businessmen that Detroit needs to rejuvenate this economy. If I lived in Detroit right now I would be paying Thunderbolt $20 dollars a day to sleep on the bed in the corner of his dad's living room so that I could just sit back and observe all that's going on and shit would be twice as cheap as my rent in New York. That's how you get the economy going. Cheap, affordable housing, an 8-track player, shotgun shells on the table, and tits in your face 24 hours a day. Looks like Detroit will be coming back sooner than expected. Viva La Michigan.

PS - Can somebody print me up some Joeyblueskies.com business cards that simply say "Joeyblueskies - Party Naked" next to my phone number? Thanks