It was a beautiful night in Georgia in my car, in the dark, listening to a far away radio station playing "The Adventures of Sam Spade" on my AM radio. It was like I was in another more gentler time.
I believe in The South every other woman above the age of 17 is a mother and ex-wife of some Military dude. Those Army guys know how to get in and get out!
These young mothers, divorced, away from their families, out of work… End up working in strip clubs, or going to school to become a nurse, but mostly they go to work in Gentlemen's Clubs.
Just found out there's a strip club here that hires a few girls to be ugly so the guys won't hang around too long. I wonder if the girls know that's what they were hired for, isn't that the saddest thing?
Can't imagine that it's a common practice at strip clubs. It reminds me of how the architecture of an "all you can eat" diner is set up to make patrons uncomfortable so they won't stay and graze all day, or how PT Barnum had signs that pointed the way to the "egress" so people would go through the exit and end up on the outside and have to pay to get back in.
Thought I heard thunder, but turned out to be my belly grumbling. Then had a gnat fly up my nose! Now I hear it buzzing around inside my head! I'm so sleepy. It's not easy sleeping in a car when you're 6' 2" and it's a compact, but do soldiers complain about sleeping in a hot cramped tank?
I dunno, but my homelessness is my war and this economy is my battlefield.
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