I made thirty one dollars last night.
I’d always heard that this town was awful for stripping, but I’m used to coming out on top even when things suck for everyone else. Even on the shittiest of nights at a completely empty club I usually have one customer spend a lot of money on me.
There were a lot of cool people, though, and I think if I lived here I’d work at that club every single day, just for all the awesomeness. Except that I wouldn’t live here. It’s big and scary and Bro has to be on a leash and I got lost in a big bookstore. The bookstore part wasn’t too bad. 😆
So tonight I’m going to try another place. I’m hitting all the “dirty” clubs, because as usual that’s probably where the money is, and because this city is so “clean” that it’s “dirty” is like… well, like stripping was ten years ago.
I just want to make gas money and go home to Alaska, though. I’m starting to think my money flow is cursed or something, though. Do you guys think it’s a sin to take money out of savings to get to a place where I’ll make, like, twenty times what I’m making here?
(Also, check out Davka’s new song, Church Of Each Other. I think I might get naked to it, if I can figure out how to download it.)