I'm so tired. Just got over my hangover from Tuesday and I'm DJing tonight, which involves half a fifth of anything just to get me through it. I'm told I'm good at it, although I'm not sure where on the social-economic stratosphere that places me. Porn store janitors and strip club DJs. That's the playing field. I could fall asleep right now and I have to work until 2:15am tonight. I'll have a Red Bull, please.

goochout

My life as a strip club DJ. Last night started off awkward but ended as a rousing, awesome, Jack Daniels soaked success. Strippers got mad that I wasn't touching them. I played the music I wanted to. All my friends showed up. It was the most fun I've had at a strip club in a long time.

And they paid me.

These girls work for tips and tips alone. How many times and different ways can you say that during the course of an evening? Fucking plenty. Now I have to go buy my Grandmother a birthday gift with stripper money.