Wednesday, August 19, 2009

I got a job, sort of.

Of all things, I got a part-time job...... as a shooter tooter girl! You know one of them girls who walks round a bar selling shots for a $1?? What a silly thing to be doin'??!! last night I had it with laying in the tent sweatin' to death so I took a walk. I met a guy here at the campground who is pretty cool. He's from Vermont, and travels all over the country in his motor home just seein' the sights. I suspect he's about 60-65 years old, he told me his wife died after 35 years of marriage. He woke up one morning and she was stiff. Never knew she was even sick. They'd both been retired about 6 months. That seems so unfair. Bill said he's like a cold beer and that sounded so good so we went up to this little dive up the road from the campground.

It was kinda fun being out and social. Bill wasn't trying to mess around with me either. He is just a nice guy. Who many men do I know like that?? Not many. After a few beers I got my shit together and called daddy. He heard my voice and started crying. Then of course I started crying. We talked about everything I went through and he wants me to come home. I never do good in Kentucky though, it always tempts me to get mixed up in drugs and bad men. It made my head so happy to hear daddy's voice. My blues turned hot pink and when I hung up, I felt so good I had a jell-o shot! After about 3 of those I asked the bartender for a job, and she said could sell shots! So that's what I'm doing. It's pocket money.

I feel better for callin' daddy. I wish I could just find Jules now. Breathe in, breathe out.... For now I'll sell shots. Better then sellin' my body.


Anonymous said...

You're right, selling shots is better! I'm glad you called your daddy.

Mary said...

Thank you! I think it's better for me too. Daddy said he'd love me no matter what :) do you live in Texas?

Anonymous said...

yes, i am about 30 minutes from you.