Christmas 1983 at the last porno theater in St. Louis: You'd think the atmosphere would be sordid with a miasma of stale popcorn and dank upholstery. You'd be right. Yet, behind the crumbling facade and flickering marquee, even the staff of the Lyceum have holiday plans — and they're not going to let a little distraction like a customer get in their way.
A short work of humorous holiday fiction from our Nibs literary line.
Christmas 1983 at the last porno theater in St. Louis: You'd think the atmosphere would be sordid with a miasma of stale popcorn and dank upholstery. You'd be right. Yet, behind the crumbling facade and flickering marquee, even the staff of the Lyceum have holiday plans — and they're not going to let a little distraction like a customer get in their way.
A short work of humorous holiday fiction from our Nibs literary line.