I met him on a slow, rainy Tuesday in December.
The club was nearly empty. There was one guy in VIP, surrounded by 3 very haggard-looking strippers, and a couple of depressed gentlemen in the corners, drinking themselves into oblivion. No one wanted dances. I could hear the rain pounding into the roof and the thunder [...]
Archive for March 17th, 2008
Ken
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged memoir, personal, strip club, stripping on March 17, 2008 | 2 Comments »
