About a dozen people have heard this story before. Spoken word only.
2 (4 really) of us were directly involved.
And a lot of whiskey.
I firmly believe that we are responsible for our actions always.
Alcohol is not an excuse.
But good god damn have I done some dumb shit drunk.
Including this.
The aftermath was hilarious in hindsight, but I remember the gut clenching fear of that first morning, afternoon into the evening until I could walk into work and face the consequences.
My hand a fist, closed tightly around $500. “That should be enough to pay for what I have done right?”
Tina 2 Chains just shrugged her shoulders and smirked.
“Hope so.”
That was her unofficial job really, to keep half track of what I was doing and fill me in the next day. To watch me be foolish, let me know and smirk about it. She forgave me liberally and often. She is very good at unconditional love.
She made me go eat, I picked at my food.
It was her idea, for me to walk into work with enough cash to pay the fine for what we were pretty sure I did.
“Fucking own it.”
To be honest, the urge to lie had passed very quickly. I loved my GM and lying to him was not an option. Besides, I had no idea what he knew or didn’t know.
I could have, once upon a time, told you exactly what day/month/year it was. But now I have very little recall, I don’t know if it was warm or cold outside. I burned that old notebook where I kept track of everything.
I know I wrote it down.
Too many things I don’t need to remember. A testament to my folly and poverty. I did not make good money at the beginning. Nuh uh not at all.
I was drunk that night, not drunk enough to forget, not completely.
But I remember that morning clear as day.
Waking up in the girl’s house. Sex sore in places I ought not to be on top of a hangover. One of those things I was incredibly accustomed to, the other not so much.
Every time I blinked; I saw a single snippet flash of what I had done. Like one of those flip books that tells a story, but it was both pornographic and missing pages.
22 years a stripper and I had always adhered to the ‘no sex in the champagne room’ rule.
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