So in a couple of hours I am going to my old club. I am so loathing this, but I need to work. I've heard it's gotten really ghetto and there are several reasons I left (one of those reasons used to be a dancer but now apparently she's MANAGEMENT!), but I'm desperate. The thing I am the most afraid of is that I might get back my old drug habit. It's too easy there, they don't give a fuck what you do, and it's so easy to hide it. I hope my old enablers aren't there anymore, maybe I can avoid it.
But I'm just going to check the place out, not work. At least not tonight. If things are really bad, I may just have to find me a day job.
I'm super spoiled, and that's why I don't think I'll do well with a day job now. I always say, "There's no money like titty bar money." And it's so true. But a day job can't be that bad, right?![]()



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It's really nice that people automatically associate me with coke. Makes me feel real nice and fuzzy on the inside.


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