Turn Around Bar

Conversation with myself as I pull into the VERY dark parking lot. "It's gonna be OK. I'm only gonna be here for a second."

Hide anything that seems even marginally valuable and head inside.

Just inside the door Homeboy's getting his arm tattooed. Doesn't look like there's too much of his bare arm that's left. A couple sketchy looking girls reclining on the pool table nearby and a whole bunch of sketchier looking dudes further in. But it turns out that Homeboy's real friendly and gives me the run down on Pacquiao whooping Margarito. I got what I was after so I turn around and head for the car.

Hey! The name of the bar is what white people are supposed to to when they stumble across this place. Turn their Cracker selves around and get back in the car. How convenient!!!