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I used to go to the gay bar around the corner with them on occasion, mainly because I liked to drink in those days, but also because they and their friends were fun to be around. One of the guys was a bartender at the club. I was rather poor in those days, so he'd invite me to join him on weekend mornings, to help him clean the bar. He couldn't pay me, but I got to keep any loose change I found in the seats, and there were always frequent drinks while I worked.