Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Little pig little pig, LET ME IN !

It was an ordinary Thursday night if there was any. I was back to work, The Little Mobster went back to his cushy house with his stripper wife, J.P was happy because he could once again run the club and sample to new arrivals.

There was an average turnout, tips were going well, I was running errands for a few girls, softening them up for a nice tip out at the end of the night. The waitresses were talkative; the night just wore on and on. There was little trouble, as per this club was manageable and most of the rift raft and parasites went to the other club where they knew they could purchase their dope and a trick at the same shithole.

The night finally ended and the doors were locked. Clean up had begun and the beers were going down easy and then….. The racket began; BOOM BOOM BOOM at the front door. We paid the racket no mind and went about our business, but then again the sound BOOM BOOM BOOM. Someone was pounding at the front door.

I went the front door and notified the customer that we apologized for any incontinence but were we closed and if he/she would like to come back tomorrow, that would be terrific. Well okay, it was more like “We’re closed you asshole, so fuck off”.

All was silent and 5 minutes later, a huge crash sounded and the walls shook, the display case glass had shattered all over the floor, some girls jumped to the floor and dust blew out from the front door. The huge crash was more like an artillery attack then a guy beating on the door so Chris and I ran out the side entrance and found some drunk had just tried to drive his car though the front door. He was dazed, staggering and swearing like a sailor.

Chris just laughed “You stupid dumb fuck… ohh my fucking gawd” the driver promptly chucked a beer bottle at us and tried to run away. I called the cops and 20 minutes later the drunk was apprehended.

I didn’t get home until 6am after the rounds and rounds of questioning from the cops. The drunk said I hit him and we had to convince the 5-0 that I did no such thing.

I went home, smoked some weed and went to bed. That night of excitement was just too much for myself. It never ceases to amaze me how stupid one becomes when alcohol is introduced. I never did find out why the guy tried to get into the club, guess he was just bored and needed something to do.

What a dumb shit.

Monday, August 14, 2006

The Big Bad Me

Now that I think on it, I am sorry that I don’t have more pictures from this era. Since I worked in the kind of establishment that I did, flash photography was prohibited and this, I never had a camera on me. I didn’t really socialize with most of my co-workers and the ones I did socialize with, well…. I kicked them out the next morning. So umm, yeah.

I do have pictures of me however, and at most times, this does not help to tell the story of my experiences. I frown upon this rational.

Wow, just another week of me being stupid

I was exiled from the land of flesh for three days. I attempted to contact JP to inquire about when my shift would be and the “little mobster” answered the phone. Since I am such a dumb shit, I asked him when my next shift would be and got an ear full of “3jkejcew efvkvker ekrjmviejr ejrpjepoir erjr efvjrdfj erfvjerfjr” which meant blah blah blah, I’m bad, blah blah blah I should know better, blah blah blah, I should be more responsible, blah blah blah come in for Friday”

Hot dog! I fuck up and get handed the Friday night shift. As I had stated in a previous post, Friday nights were a cash cow. I could clear some serious dough on a Friday night. I needed it since I had not work for about a week and my road trip had left me a little strapped for cash.

I took a trip to the drug store that day and purchased several items like Advil, Pepto-Bismol and stuff for my sunburnt face, ears, neck, arms, back, and legs. Ouch, fuck I was in some serious pain. I spent the next few days drinking beer, and smoking weed with Steve and Steve and playing hours of Smack down 2 for the Playstation 1. I really couldn’t do anything else. I also got a visit from my landlord advising me to pay my rent before I was evicted. My week was not going well. I shouldn’t have fucked off and went to Barrie. So stupid of me. Well, I did have fun.

I also got another flat on my way to meet my girlfriend for dinner. I got chewed up major for that little bit and was notified that I needed to grow up.

Now that I reflect back on those years, I truly say that I was an immature asshole. I would like to think that after four years, I have finally shaped up. Well, only time will tell I guess.


Up Shit Creek

“Where the fuck have you been?” Was the first thing I heard as I entered the front door at work. My Manager was pissed and worst of all, the owner was in town and had taken a sudden interest to how the whole place was running. This did not create an enjoyable working environment when JP was pissed. Mark…. Oh fuck….Mark (the owner) was as useless as tits on a bull. I shit you not. For one to understand Mark, I would need to describe him.

Mark’s English was really bad, I mean really bad. His accent was a mix of French and Middle Eastern. Mark was very short and dressed like an Italian mobster. Lots of Adidas jump suites, gold chains, rings o’plenty, sunglasses (in a dark bar) and the classic slicked back dark hair that was dripping wet with hair gel.

Yeah I was in shit from the gods of the strip club world. I guess my little escapade of taking off for a weekend worked out so well. I was hung over, I was sunburnt to the point where it hurt when I moved, I was in a foul mood, and I had the “littler mobster” yelling at me.

“I cannot run a respectable business when the help will not show up” or it actually sounded like “emfknmdvrdfkvdf fvpervpdv ermpemjvpoe 3repvcere” but you learned to decipher the meaning of most things as you spent more time around the “Little Mobster”

I was sent home to think about what I had done and to consider if I wanted to continue working at this club. I was more than happy to go home and sleep. Ohhh, the sleep.