"The Box" is a very interesting situation.
When they were building it they called The Empress and I to come and have a look at what they were doing and maybe we could be involved.
("They" being some friends. I think "The Box" is ultimately owned by a consortium of like a thousand lawyers and investment bankers etc. That's what I've heard anyway... who knows, I certainly don't.)
Anyway, we were blown away by the beauty.
The place is absolutely GORGEOUS!
We were very excited to see what would happen with it.
It didn't really turn out the way we had hoped.
(But if it keeps Raven O off the streets...
I say great.)
It's just that the feeling you get from the place is very "Come look at the Downtown freaks. Aren't they bizarre? They have tattoos and everything! And by the way, that will be $1,500.00. Let me just swipe your credit card. There we go, thank you, come again. Next week we have this girl who is really a dude."
There is a very subtle difference when a club is full of freaks (like Mr. Black or The Cock) but it is OWNED by a freak or a psycho like Stuart of Mr. Black or Alan of The Cock.
They are real.
The freaks are real.
The club is real.
The scene is real.
I guess I'm into reality.