Meet The Editor Of CHAINSAW MAGAZINE
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Why start a Magazine?
I’ve been doing the work for years. Back in the day I always wanted to work for Vice. Luckily I dodged that bullet. Now that the damn mouse from Orlando owns the mag and they only hire boring J-school students.
Let me take you back to 2006 in beautiful sulfur springs Florida. There is a wonderful establishment called simones. It is what we call in the dirty south a “shake-a-booty joint” or a “shake junt”, for short.
I had stumbled in there one night after a party at a boat club around the corner. I remember it was June 6th 2006. I went in there for a nightcap and to smoke a fresh arturo fuente cigar. I was blown away. I had never seen a gentleman’s club where the girls never faced the stage.
Weeks, maybe months later I was sitting around with Rex, Ellis Jones and a roommate of mine who was a minor league baseball player for the tampa yankees. I was telling them they had to see this place and Ellis recommended I bring my camera.
I didn’t think they would let me in. They didn’t. I even told them i was with the Tampa Bay Times. They told me to leave the camera in the car. Then they immediately changed their minds and let me in. the girls let us take pictures. We played three card monty. And I may or may not have made a new friend. The best thing about this place was the vending machine only had magnum condoms and phillie blunts.
this lady was my personal favorite and probably the smartest exotic dancer i have ever seen. Shaking her tailfeather in front of the cash machine.Drinking right out of the money spigot,
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