I got the shock of my life when I pulled up the Ambassador for the Dirty Muggs show presented by William C. Harris Funeral Home and thought I would have to park in the Popeye’s lot because it was so packed down with cars and people. Turns out there were three parties in one – and Mr. Spruill’s vision for an urban nightlife epicenter came to fruition Saturday night. Too bad, I won’t be able to tell you one bit about any of the sets because I was turned away (I’m singing it like Chucky Booker in my head) faster than one of those door-to-door home security salespeople. I was not on the list and OWNER Mr. Spruill’s says he would have to go and check about getting me on the list. Since it’s my policy to never, ever beg people to provide them with coverage, I made my way to the nearest exit. But not before trying to peek into at least one of the parties were I was issued the same persona non grata treatment. I guess.