In the last week...
Between Dunn Bros. & the Electric Fetus, I have been working an average of 13 hours a day for the last two weeks. That leaves me with very little time to actually get things done. as a result, my bedroom is a mess, I'm out of clean clothes to wear, the dishes are piling up, the house looks like shit, and I haven't spent much time just hanging out with people I like to see.
I have been distant, and it's begining to bother me a little.
One thing that does bother me is going out to the strip clubs.
at first it was funny. we would show up at the Skyway Lounge, and I could find the humor in watching these nasty legs work the runway for $1 tips from toothless truck driver types. then one night we decided to get passes to Rick's, you know, class up our game a little, and see what the other side of the stripper scene was like. I think we all agreed that Rick's is leaps and bounds above Skyway in terms of cleanliness, quality of girls, and perhaps class. I thought it was funny when Justin and Derek thought they could start a business as scouts for strip clubs. I even went to amatuer night at Rick's to cheer on some skyway stripper I had never met or seen before. all that was fun too, but when I realized that I had gone to a strip club every weekend for two months, that's when I had to stop and question what it is that I'm doing with my time.
before two months ago, I had been to only two strip clubs in my life, and I can't say I really enjoyed it much. now I'm begining to feel like a seasoned veteran, and that kinda bugs me.
also, I don't think any of us should get involved with strippers, because they're dumb fucking crazy. first she'll start showing up at your house at weird hours of the day & night, unannounced, throwing water bottles at people, telling you stories about how she dropped out of school at 16, got married, worked at every strip club in the city, got divorced, and how she'll threaten to call the cops on your drug dealing friend if you don't let her stay with you. yup. it happened to somebody.
on top of that, Matt call your lawyer again, because you need to press assult charges on Blue 101. waiters, and GM's shouldn't be throwing punches at customers, no matter what you were doing.
I have been distant, and it's begining to bother me a little.
One thing that does bother me is going out to the strip clubs.
at first it was funny. we would show up at the Skyway Lounge, and I could find the humor in watching these nasty legs work the runway for $1 tips from toothless truck driver types. then one night we decided to get passes to Rick's, you know, class up our game a little, and see what the other side of the stripper scene was like. I think we all agreed that Rick's is leaps and bounds above Skyway in terms of cleanliness, quality of girls, and perhaps class. I thought it was funny when Justin and Derek thought they could start a business as scouts for strip clubs. I even went to amatuer night at Rick's to cheer on some skyway stripper I had never met or seen before. all that was fun too, but when I realized that I had gone to a strip club every weekend for two months, that's when I had to stop and question what it is that I'm doing with my time.
before two months ago, I had been to only two strip clubs in my life, and I can't say I really enjoyed it much. now I'm begining to feel like a seasoned veteran, and that kinda bugs me.
also, I don't think any of us should get involved with strippers, because they're dumb fucking crazy. first she'll start showing up at your house at weird hours of the day & night, unannounced, throwing water bottles at people, telling you stories about how she dropped out of school at 16, got married, worked at every strip club in the city, got divorced, and how she'll threaten to call the cops on your drug dealing friend if you don't let her stay with you. yup. it happened to somebody.
on top of that, Matt call your lawyer again, because you need to press assult charges on Blue 101. waiters, and GM's shouldn't be throwing punches at customers, no matter what you were doing.
posted by Jared Thiele at
2:43 AM
5 Comments:
ballerz gone wild.
Shit, I would have hoped we all learned some lessons from Hurricane Nadira. In fact, she once scolded me for having sideburns longer then a finger-width; now I know, propper trimming gets you winning (looks).
Ha, Derek told me about the stripper hustle a while back, and I was going to say, well, they can sure be a fucked up bunch, and dealing with the dicks in the business from whom you're stealing the girls doesn't sound like much fun either... but Derek was wearing a shirt that day that said "You ain't the BOSS of ME!" so I heeded the advice and remained silent.
Sounds like some shitty shits, dudes. Matt, why were you punched?
Jared, keep focused, good things will happen.
I want to step back for a minute, and just let everyone know that my venting had everything to do with the way I have been feeling lately. I don't want anyone of my friends to think I'm crossing the line, and telling you how to run your own lives, because that's not my intention. however, I feel that if I can't tell my friends to watch out, then I can't be a very good friend.
jared
hey, yeah i think you are right about not getting involved with strippers being a good idea, and is it even possible to get involved with them for a short liazon without running headlong into all kinds of crumbly drama on the levels of C.O.P.S or Rescue 911? Not much of a chance, really; unless you are the frostiest player in the heavenly kingdom and you are so on top of your game that you manage to make some money of that ho.
But none of us, not even Derek, can reach that kind of frostiness. Lest we kid ourselves, we are at best slushy.
The only stripper I was involved with did indeed throw a water bottle at me, as you know, after emptying it's contents on the street in my general direction as I scuttled down the narrow end of an alley in Amsterdam, hysterical.
That situation wasn't so much of a relationship, unless you call negotiating with a prostitute to see what kind of action you can get for only $35 a relationship. More like a failed business negotiation...
...a failed business RELATIONSHIP.
it counts.
Every boyhood dream I had has now been crushed. Consider the following: there are no really good looking prostitutes, at least where I live. And there are no strippers who strip to pay their way through law/med school.
These are two conventional Hollywood character types used to give men erections, and men with erections buy more crap. It’s a fact. Just look in any issue of Maxim.
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