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So I'm in in this town i believe. In good too. People kill for the job I got. They picked me, over others that have been workin there. Why? i don't know, but all I know is that im gonna do this shit right.
So I was workin at HOB. Got fired for fighting the band. I thought i was fucked. Thought that any reputation anywhere in the lower south east was fucked. So i'm unemployed, doin tons of art, not drinking/ smoking pot, & relatively depressed. LIFE SUCKED. Then one bored night my friend Bischma called me drunkingly and told me He thinks he got me a job. 16hrs later, I started at Oneeyedjacks. Worked very randomly and rare. Went there on my birthday and had a really good time. Like i got drunk cause i was having fun, not drunk cause i needed to have fun. They got me a card and a honey bun with candles in it. They all signed it. And that really meant something to me. I accidently worked door one night for a saints game. I then showed up to a show one night and got close to the GM. She being a 50 year old punk rock chick was one night reminded that we had a interesting conversation about gg allin a few months back. Since then, I started working more and got trained to the door. I stay til everyones leaves, i walk the ladies out, as we have nothing but female white tattooed girls as bartender, walk them to their cars or i stay with them til a cab comes. Ive even walked them to bars and hung out with them. Candace, my GM, in especial. I've learned a lot about respect, and put it to use. So Candace started inviting me out. I hold her hand down the street and whatnot. She is a really nice lady. She took me to her neck of the woods the other night. It was really fun. We had intellectual conversations about pretty much everything. She knows I kinda tattoo and she knows alot of tattooers. At this point my good buddy Bischma showed up with two ladies from my HOB days. Candace was leaving, i walked her home from the bar to her house. I then went back talked for little then went home.
Today i woke up and went to work. It was some big local brass band. I worked door. 15$ a head. Lots of math, then a line that was out of the house. I kept my cool tho. After that I gained mad respect. End of night i got mad confused about the payout. I accidently underpaid the band 140$. But he was real cool about it and i figured out what i did wrong and paid him. And i dont think he said anything to anyone, even tho he was in a big rush. He gave me his card and such. I also forgot to say the owner, Rio was there. He is real cool tho, he don't give a fuck. I don't know how he got the money hes got, and I'm kinda hesitant to find out. He looks like Vincent Price if he like mined oil his whole life or something.
So I was worried the dude had told Rio I fucked up or somethin, as he dropped his name earlier. So we closed up. Missy gets me to come with Rio, Adrian, denver, & herself to DBA. So I was suckered in. We had some cab issues tho. And we had to take separate cabs. I got in with Adrian and Rio, two people i rearely talk to. It wasnt too awkward. We all get to the bar, have some drinks and such. Missy and denver leave so then I'm Left alone with two relative strangers. Strangers with powers. From what I'm told adrain and rio gooo way back. Rio owning the club, means she ran that shit, as shes always there. So yeah, I think adrain thought i didnt know her name. Which is understandable as i never had called her by it really. Shes a crazy girl, and i tend to have problems with unpredictable women. And I love those kinda relationships aslong as they got off on the right foot. If they got off on the wrong foot, they are volitile. SO i made it a point to be particularly nice to her and call her adrian as often as possible. I called a cab, Rio and Adrian got in for some reason. They take me to my house, I tried to pay my way, Rio said he got it. When we got out, Rio told me thank you and whatnot. I think i was kinda his private security tongiht? Which I don't mind. Just being part of his entourage makes me well known or some shit. its crazy. Mobish. The service industry, the true old school service idustry, is a powerful thing. I guess its also show business. If i play my cards right, I'ma be set for life. I aint fuckin around. I go out, I drink guiness and nothing else. Ive been working out. My art is at an all time high. LIFE IS GOOD.
Not to mention, I've been meeting mad locals in the scene entirely separate from work. I need to start phase two, starting a band.
So I was workin at HOB. Got fired for fighting the band. I thought i was fucked. Thought that any reputation anywhere in the lower south east was fucked. So i'm unemployed, doin tons of art, not drinking/ smoking pot, & relatively depressed. LIFE SUCKED. Then one bored night my friend Bischma called me drunkingly and told me He thinks he got me a job. 16hrs later, I started at Oneeyedjacks. Worked very randomly and rare. Went there on my birthday and had a really good time. Like i got drunk cause i was having fun, not drunk cause i needed to have fun. They got me a card and a honey bun with candles in it. They all signed it. And that really meant something to me. I accidently worked door one night for a saints game. I then showed up to a show one night and got close to the GM. She being a 50 year old punk rock chick was one night reminded that we had a interesting conversation about gg allin a few months back. Since then, I started working more and got trained to the door. I stay til everyones leaves, i walk the ladies out, as we have nothing but female white tattooed girls as bartender, walk them to their cars or i stay with them til a cab comes. Ive even walked them to bars and hung out with them. Candace, my GM, in especial. I've learned a lot about respect, and put it to use. So Candace started inviting me out. I hold her hand down the street and whatnot. She is a really nice lady. She took me to her neck of the woods the other night. It was really fun. We had intellectual conversations about pretty much everything. She knows I kinda tattoo and she knows alot of tattooers. At this point my good buddy Bischma showed up with two ladies from my HOB days. Candace was leaving, i walked her home from the bar to her house. I then went back talked for little then went home.
Today i woke up and went to work. It was some big local brass band. I worked door. 15$ a head. Lots of math, then a line that was out of the house. I kept my cool tho. After that I gained mad respect. End of night i got mad confused about the payout. I accidently underpaid the band 140$. But he was real cool about it and i figured out what i did wrong and paid him. And i dont think he said anything to anyone, even tho he was in a big rush. He gave me his card and such. I also forgot to say the owner, Rio was there. He is real cool tho, he don't give a fuck. I don't know how he got the money hes got, and I'm kinda hesitant to find out. He looks like Vincent Price if he like mined oil his whole life or something.
So I was worried the dude had told Rio I fucked up or somethin, as he dropped his name earlier. So we closed up. Missy gets me to come with Rio, Adrian, denver, & herself to DBA. So I was suckered in. We had some cab issues tho. And we had to take separate cabs. I got in with Adrian and Rio, two people i rearely talk to. It wasnt too awkward. We all get to the bar, have some drinks and such. Missy and denver leave so then I'm Left alone with two relative strangers. Strangers with powers. From what I'm told adrain and rio gooo way back. Rio owning the club, means she ran that shit, as shes always there. So yeah, I think adrain thought i didnt know her name. Which is understandable as i never had called her by it really. Shes a crazy girl, and i tend to have problems with unpredictable women. And I love those kinda relationships aslong as they got off on the right foot. If they got off on the wrong foot, they are volitile. SO i made it a point to be particularly nice to her and call her adrian as often as possible. I called a cab, Rio and Adrian got in for some reason. They take me to my house, I tried to pay my way, Rio said he got it. When we got out, Rio told me thank you and whatnot. I think i was kinda his private security tongiht? Which I don't mind. Just being part of his entourage makes me well known or some shit. its crazy. Mobish. The service industry, the true old school service idustry, is a powerful thing. I guess its also show business. If i play my cards right, I'ma be set for life. I aint fuckin around. I go out, I drink guiness and nothing else. Ive been working out. My art is at an all time high. LIFE IS GOOD.
Not to mention, I've been meeting mad locals in the scene entirely separate from work. I need to start phase two, starting a band.