In those days, there were holes in the ceiling. Aaron would store his beer up there before going out to smoke. There were also three shiny quarters superglued to the ground. You could always spot the newcomers because they d try to pick them up. That, or if they tried to pay with a credit card.
The men s room is notoriously disgusting. One afternoon, I was at a tattoo shop all the way up in the north Valley. A guy named Nigel was grinding a leaf into my rib cage. I happened to mention Palo in our conversation. Palo, huh? he said. Been there a few times. I remember once I used the urinal and saw my own piss coming out a pipe back onto the floor.