http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/08016/849462-53.stm
guess we had too many free drinks there lol
that place changes hands pretty often, much liike just about every clup-type place down there.
too many people getting shot
Mr. Pollock said Mr. Jayson and his partners are “looking to move on to other things” at this point.
“Obviously they had a good life. It’s time to move on and do other things,” he said.
meaning that they are no longer making the kind of money they want to be so they’re selling it.
well if they would have the nuts and keep the trash out, people would go. i’m sure thou they dont want to have to deal with Tim Stevens
Good, nothing but ni*&ers and white boys who think they are black at that place * cough* cough
Thats what I heard. The place has been going down hill for quite awhile
the “element” runs down everyplace… Theres no reason why those places can’t have a minumal dress code, keeps a lot of trouble out. i think also people would feel safer with metal detectors, i’m really surprized at the # of people packin inside clubs… although how often do people let off.
Spider monkeys and Wiggers ruined it just liek they ruin all the bars and clubs, i am happy to just hang out at al ocal bar anymore or SR and occasionally Matrix for cheap ass drinks, plus the pie in those clubs that are down hill or headin there are already deseased up and beat on
u forgot guidos with mullets that drive Irocs… who was all at touch that night? 
I’m with you Cutty. The fact these clubs don’t have metal detectors is amazing.
2 years ago me and a buddy of mine were out on a Saturday afternoon at Anthony Arms shooting our guns and checking out some new stuff. Later on we decide to head down to Matrix.
I go home, change, then realize I left something at AA. Go back up, pick it up, head down to the club from AA and walk right in without any problems.
With my PP/S .380 in my holdster in my waistband.
I walk in, hanging out for about an hour, never thought about it. Saw a girl I knew, was messing around being goofy with her dancing and she turns and looks at me like I just turned into an elephant and asks “What the hell do you have in your waistband?”
Needless to say I ran out and locked it in my lockbox in my truck at the time, but there is no way I should of gotten in there with that thing on me.
good im glad it closed the guy who owned all the clubs there is a dick he used to own touch also and would treat everyone like shit