Stories

Inside was wall-to-wall packed with patrons, loud music, go-go boys and dancing everywhere.  No matter the size of the patron, on hot evenings bare chests, short shorts and sweat were de rigeur.  I remember watching 19 year old young men, obviously from the boonies arriving at Flashback for the first time—bug eyed, open mouth, drooling and smiling from ear-to-ear—knowing they had arrived.