What the hell would you be doing here anyway? Going to a Meek Mill album release party? Dancing really hard to an EDM set by a deejay you've never heard of? Don’t play yourself. There’s a pool hall somewhere that has a jukebox with that Blink-182 song you love, or you might still be able to catch karaoke night at Corner Tavern -- it added more TLC songs to the book.
Everyone is still claiming to be in a fraternity or sorority except you (hopefully). Everyone’s face says “I have access to a lot of money I didn’t have to earn.” Everyone is too young to dress as old and golfy as they do. This one might actually be the easiest to walk away from. You really have matured!
Back in the ‘90s when it was known as Montre’s, this building was your only strip club option if you were a freshman at Morris Brown, Clark-Atlanta, or Morehouse (maybe Spelman too, on the low). If you’re still going here and you’re over 20, it’s because you’re either the world’s dumbest freshman or you’re goofy enough to think you might actually catch a girl from the AUC stripping close to campus, where everybody could find out. No, my friend; those young ladies are probably somewhere far away like Oasis making suburb-quality tips, and you can probably still hear the echo of Laurence Fishburne screaming at you to “WAAAAAKE UUUUP!” from when they taped School Daze over here in the late ‘80s.