"Let's open a pawn shop!" That was the discussion among six nude hiking friends who encountered three balls sitting in the middle of an open field a year ago, at what is now Loveless Motel's Nutbush Campground. It's not surprising or suspicious that guys would leave their balls exposed to the elements at Loveless - it was probably a group of Townies who got caught in a storm and had to make a dash for it, leaving the balls behind. But it was auspicious, as "Jock" Hockaday realized when he made the declaration to his buddies. Jock's pal Narcissus "Narc" Blatz, the beer heir and frequent Loveless guest, agreed on the spot to front the money, as he held the camera that took this picture. As its sudden and silent patron, the generous hophead had only one proviso; though he'd played with each and sometimes all of the assembled group, the name of the shop had to pay homage to his favorite, and the papers were drawn up by Loveless Motel's legal team of Pounds, Butts and Bates, LLC, as "Hockaday's Moneymaker." It would be easy to staff the place, considering the self-employed status of group members, each a Certified Hustler in good standing...even better in other positions.
The thriving business is located off the lobby and has a steady stream of pledgors, guys who are looking to get a loan to finance a night with a hustler, or a barhopping binge during a weekend stay, or finance entire vacations. Most often the pawn tickets are never redeemed - the interest is a whopping twenty percent a month. Brethren, Hockaday's has got you by the balls!
