I held casting, directed, and produced the 4th installment of The Matrix on my lanai. I give to you…Cat Matrix. Enjoy the show.
Mooseknuckles. I can’t.
Driving through Dothan, Alabama, this establishment’s strip mall store front signage shone like white denim in Chelsea circa 1989. I mean, is the owner in on the joke? It’s also advertised as an MMA bar. I’m going to assume the MMA fans aren’t aware of the reference.
P.S. It’s def not a gay gathering place as my friend and I promptly turned the car around to investigate. It’s full hetero, testosterone-y, MMA saturated with a few wifeys doing the thousand yard stare past the wall of flat screens. It reeks of draft beer and despair. First and last Mooseknuckles trip.
