I lay in bed, breathing deeply, hoping it would distract me from my excruciating headache. Pieces of the only food I had an actual craving for floated in a bucket of vomit by my bedside. “God, why me?” I whimpered. A strong wind forced the curtains away f...
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Here it is. Ten years later and I am applying for a position as an assistant manager at an establishment that features strippers. I had run the whole gambit of nightclubs from the upscale piano bar to the local punch palace. A punch palace is an unkind te...