20+ years ago, a friend and I went to a techno club in Detroit. He had to piss real bad, so he stopped the car in a less than hospitable looking area. He jumped out, ran into an abandoned lot, did the deed and ran back to the car. Later we were talking with friends inside the club who knew the area and were incredulous that we had stopped anywhere along there. “Are you nuts?! You don’t stop and get out of your car there. Do you have any idea how many people are murdered in that area annually?”
Whole other world as soon as you crossed the border. I remember being surprised at the frisking and wanding with a metal detector at the door. When I went out back in Ontario, paying the cover was the most difficult thing you faced at the door.
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