Listen, I’m not going to admit to a tentacle fetish… at least not publicly, but I will say this: if you’re a clean cut looking guy and you want to crash and burn in record time then approach a group of tattooed -err- tentacled girls. Seriously, it’s fun, have I steered you wrong before?
In other news, Jersey, specifically Atlantic City, is a weird yet magical place. It is not the America I know yet I was surprised by how quickly I normalized to five dollah 40′s and seeing grown men pee on fire hydrants in the ‘good’ part of town and how quickly a place can change from nice to straight out slum (less than a block). If you have yet to go I highly recommend it (all kidding aside, it’s an amazing town). Furthermore, Firewater’s in the Tropicana, 50+ draft beers on tap, decent bottle selection, good enough music for a Friday night and you can run into all the tentacled ladies you would like AND what are probably drug dealers flush with cash from slanging all week in the big city. I would travel 3 parsecs to get back to this bar.