Cannabis

Meet Cannabis…

There is one strip club that I refuse to work at. I was supposed to be there for a week and a half (Friday until two Sundays later). I only lasted half a week. When I showed up, I had to pay the bar $2 for a towel. They provided us with sheets and a blanket. I went to the dancer house and I was totally creeped out. The mattresses were disgusting to the point of me not wanting to sit on them, let alone sleep on them! When I opened up the pink flannel blanket given to me, there was an enormous hole in it! I basically held the perimeter of the blanket in my hands. From that trip onward, I knew that I would always travel with my own bedding.  When the DJ came to the house, I complained about the blanket and he responded with, “Well, what did you expect, The Ritz?” I said to him, “No, but I do want a blanket to cover me and keep me warm!” I also saw three mice in one day, so I can’t imagine how many mice ran through the house that we didn’t see. The house was really old and creepy and I was concerned for my security since everyone in that town knew it was the dancer house.