years ago when i started to live in NYC, i was supporting myself for a while in a job at the Flashdancers chain of strip joints, as a men's room attendant. contrary to what you may be thinking now, no, as far as i could tell there wasn't any masturbation in there (not that i would want to know). there was however a lot of cocaine snorted, almost like there was an extra pipe in there that flowed white powder into the stall.
i worked at one of them down in the Financial district. actually pretty close to the World Trade center before... interesting, a location that;s so "sacred" (not the WTC, which is, but nearby?), yet i think there are 2 nearby titty bars and even worse, Wall street parasites everywhere, yet folks that practice the world's second largest religion are given a hard go.
Wycliffe john and the i think some of the other "Refugees" i suppose were out looking for some of man's basics of survival, and our club seemed to be an oasis. keep in mind i was only there a couple times a week tops. at least as an employee (just kidding, no need for a busman's holiday, wink). but i would see them pretty often. at times i would talk to Wycliffe when he was pissing, didn't usually do that, hope i didn't bother him too much. not a big tipper maybe because of that--one time he actually tipped me with a guitar pic. if it was one of them from "Gone til November' maybe i would've been more impressed.
yes i know i should write more of the strip joints later.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
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