Hey goats. I hit my absolutely cracking point the other day. I was planning inpatient rehab for alcoholism and figured one last bender would be fine.
One of my favorite cats Momma Chonk died suddenly and I found her under the couch. It absolutely crushed the last of what I had left.
Doubled up from a 1/5 to a handle of vodka every other day mixed in with hard seltzers at .5%. At least a 12 pack a day. I was vomiting so hard I could taste blood in the morning. Needing drinks in the morning to get going. Five beers in, I'm game. A shot and and two beers definitely.
This all came to a head this week. Why yall if you recognize my name haven't seen me. I went really hard. Too hard. I got up the next day. Vomited. Had about five beers and went out with my dad. The last two days I was light headed, hadn't ate, no water, heart pounding, chest tightening and cold sweats. We were in a parking lot and I stopped and said I have to go to hospital. I ended up having a full blown withdrawal seizure in the waiting room even though i had nearly a six pack already. Terrifying. The doctors patched me up.
I'm now detoxed but I have to stay sober. That was closest I think I've came to dying.
On my commute home, I'll often pass a nice little banquet hall. On Fridays and Saturdays, you'll generally catch the well-dressed bridal parties along with the bride and groom carefully walking across the road to take photos at the beautiful park across the way. It's always a pleasant sight and the festive people are always respectful to the danger of cars passing by. As joyous as the occasions can be, the people in these wedding parties always know that they are not the center of the universe and make much effort not to obstruct local traffic.
One day I drove by this venue and much to my surprise, I saw traffic stopping along the road. Strange, I thought to myself considering it was a Monday. In all my years driving down this road, I'd never seen anyone rent out the venue on a Monday. There were people standing directly in the middle of the road taking photographs blocking traffic. As I stopped, I saw five niggers in tuxedos step into the road without bothering to look in either direction.
Rebuilding the top end of my Suzuki LTZ 400. Gonna have it together and running tomorrow. Im so excited. It's not a 450 but its still fun as fuck and not slow by any means. Will post pics on v/offroad later tomorrow.
Throughout the 80s and up to 1995/96/97, the clear weakly wage for the average stripper was $900.00-$1,200 00, showgirls cleared anywhere from $2,300.00 - $2,700.00. Some showgirls who were booked for one month minimum tours in Mexico were pulling in an average $5,000.00 US weekly with airfare, accommodation, meals, limited free drinks and taxi service with bodyguard. There was about a 15year stretch where "EXOTIC DANCERS" (STRIPPERS) made very big money.
The big money girls came with former talents, mainly gymnastics and bodybuilding. We had one girl that traveled the circuit with a complete crew, 2 semi haulers, cube van and limo while she flew to destination, that broad was $20,000.00 a week less 30% if held over, didn't drink, no drugs and very hard to get along with. She was in it for only the cash, and she carried a library of law books, she was studying to be a lawyer, today she's with a law firm in Vancouver.
Many of these broads had only business in mind, many fucked up too.
Being involved in this lifestyle presented a learning experience unattainable in conventional society, there was also a wealth of information undisclosed to the general public that certain dancers were good at obtaining for us...we had shit on cops that they thought was privy only to them, in fact one high ranking cop went down for dealing blow that he was stealing from the evidence vault. I had a girl who worked the Detroit Grand Rapids circuit who acquired enough dirt on this fucker to bring him down. (by his own doings)
Eventually, waking up in the middle of Montana with their hair turning gray, there's no account for the time that dissappeared and that hits hard.
