- Oct 23, 2019
Welcome to "The Run". AKA (although it is never called this except on maps, which is confusing...) "Omaha Mining Company". It is an gay bar with "all-ages" after hours dance club from 2-4pm. It has been running since the 60's. I've been there 2x when I was 21. After hours. Just that and my personal experiences with it always left me completely creeped out. Maybe you saw my comment about a boy I dated (I say boy... he was 20 at the time) who was the strangest person I'd ever met. He told me once that he "had sex in a bathtub full of blood", which I dismissed. I was happily unaware of anything sex ring related until a few months ago, I am close to 40 yrs old now. I'm telling you all this because it is "anon" and my friends don't seem to care or understand in the least, except the ones who remember this boyfriend. I do NOT feel at liberty to talk about the F rank lin Cover U p on my social media, as I still live here. In any case, I am talking 2002-ish when I dated this guy.
He was a squirrely little red head with glasses. I'll call him Brad. I met him as my girlfriends and I were 21 and drinking in the old market. I ridiculously and arrogantly walked down the street and saw him... sticking out my foot, said "Could you tie my shoe?". He did. I walked on... telling him "No..." when he asked for my phone number. We were leaving Billy Frog's and going to check out "The Max". I've never been there since. It is apparently one of the hottest gay clubs in the country and in the Old Market District.
He followed us to The Max... seemed to know the men, but I ignored him. Unfortunately, my friend thought she was funny and gave him my phone number. Imagine my surprise when he called. And called. And called. Finally I agreed to meet him in the Old Market for a "date". On this date... he wanted to go to The Run... an after hours, all ages club (gay bar by regular hours). It's a rave environment... black lights, kids dancing and sweating... very happening. When we got there, we met... mmmm… Let's call him Dave... the security. The bouncer. I've just tonight checked their fb page and he was still working there as of 2018, I believe. We got in, didn't have to pay cover because Brad knew Dave.
So... he took me around... sort of showing me off to his friends. It was dark, black lights everywhere. Glow sticks abound as he put them on and did a dance to show off for me. It didn't take too long before he said... "Wait here."... as HE descended some steps. He said I was not allowed to follow. I didn't understand WHY I couldn't go where my "date" was going... so I waited for him... and waited. Finally... I LEFT. I got half a block away and he came running after me. I'm not really the type to put up with things, but when I kept walking away and he started punching the concrete wall and bloodying his fists... I gave in. I am empathetic. I knew this kid was messed up. I guess I was a little scared, too. I went back with him... we danced to Julio Engalius' "Hero"... and the next thing I know... I am taking in this person and 2 of his friends to live with me in my efficiency apartment.
This is a long story. I know it's not what I've seen here. But I need to spit it out somewhere. So... I'll continue.