Raiford's. The greatest goddamn club I've ever been to. 'Pussy Controooool!'

What the above page doesn't mention is the lighted red and yellow floors and the chandeliers and the lasers and the way *every kind of person* was in the place. Black, white, old, young, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearers next to bikers, all drinking 40s and dancing madly to a ridiculous mixture of music. Trust me, the place is a wonderland of fun and delight! I think one of the proudest moments of my life was Hollywood himself, in his sequinned suit and jeri-curl, responding directly to my cry of 'you the man!' with over-the-sunglasses point and a 'you know it!'