Ass Whole
- The Writer
- Mar 8
- 2 min read
I am an ass. Through the cold of these Chico nights and conversations with those who play friend. This city, the largest town in northern California, has fallen. At a point, one could call it a bastion, something that holds, defends, and cares. No longer. This place haunts my dreams. Tiny children work as bouncers, food prepared with spit and rats, the same fucking songs on the speakers. The rat would taste better if I wasn’t hearing the same song. Children sing the words that graced our ears when I was a child. What tragedy, I guess we all get old.
At one of the oldest establishments in Chico; a two storied shit hole filled with college kids and those who think it is “cool” to be there, I found myself longing. I was asked for my identification four times. I had already presented it to the security whilst entering, already spent money on crap poured libations. Yet still they seek to bother me and my troupe by requesting to see that small meaningless piece of plastic which people still die for today in hopes to attain. Shit colored hair and crap company surround me and the beautiful women who accompany me. My time there is a blur. Not because of an excess of liquor, but the overwhelming annoyance brought on by the complete ignorance of staff, shit food, and putrid patrons. This town has deteriorated. Maybe the city council, a group of old senile cunts, are to blame. Most likely it is the state of our state. A place where ninety nine percent of people are struggling. I guess it doesn’t matter though. As long as the pretty and wealthy can project their superiority on Instagram and TikTok. All is well then.

As I left this complete miasma of a business, I said bye to multiple bouncers, but only one stayed with my memory. A small, weak little girl who was on her hands and knees scraping dirt out of the gutter. She looked up and called me rude. Seems only fitting that the one prostrating themselves would speak with such crassness. Also seems fitting that whatever management cares for this shit business would hire someone so small and weak to act as security. I won’t be back. The drinks are too expensive, poured poorly, and with a shit patronage of immature children who know no better. Luckily they have the ignorant to fill their building and coffers. I wish it would close, but it won't. There are too many dipshits to attend to. Welcome to Chico. No different from any place, at least not anymore.



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