Sometimes I really feel like Hunter S Thompson. Walking around in the dark with white rimmed aviator shades on buying over the counter speed at 2$ a pop.
Milking each moment of insainity till it's broken, the difference being I somehow allow them all to slip away.
The ammount of insainity that goes unrecorded; lost to the subsequential thoughts is astounding.
Just the other day while promoting a strip club, at 5$ a card from a bench on the boardwalk where my old man and dog were stationed. We heard a young BM say the following quote twice:
"My dick's dry as shit, I'm ready to fuck something."
I wouldn't have believed I'd heard it had I been alone, or he'd not said it twice.
Really I should be so lucky that I've not had any terrible things happen to me here like so many girls that get too drunk and are dragged off to a secluded camera less corner and raped.
Honestly I don't know if that happens more here than other places...but I'm glad my life has been violent crime free.
Right now I have 3 paying jobs: Waitress, Advertising Team Leader, and street promoter.
Each of these very Atlantic City centric jobs allows me opportunities to see the city from MANY angles.
Let me show you:
Serving food in a strip club lets me take the brunt of anger and aggression from every angle. From the girls to the customers, to the mgmt.
From men covered in vomit getting thrown out, to old gay men paying for parties of 21 year olds to get hard ons.
Street Promotions is a predatory hunt. I seek out groups of Males in the target demographic right around the time they're deciding what they will do during their evening in Atlantic City. It is walking, miles of Boardwalk, Pacific ave, and occasional casinos. Honestly I avoid casinos lately.
I see things in AC that only cops and cart pushers see....more of that later.
It's spectacturally disgusting how much Atlantic Chitty-ness dominates my daily life....and while I complain I love it.
Up next: Once Upon a Sand Dune
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