Two and a half months of traveling and I’m finally back at my parents house. I did a lot of drugs, fucked a lot of awesome people, learned to snowboard, got backstage passes for all the Miami shows of the biggest DJs in the world, smoked hookah with an international drug kingpin and a world champion professional poker player, rented a mustang, followed a man I met for two hours to Vail, played a lot of blackjack, fell head over heels for a Cuban girl, committed a multitude of felonies…… Yeah life is pretty fucking weird.
Now I have one week until I move to Montreal, and I’m deathly ill on top of it. Fuck.
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I no longer live in Pittsburgh, but I always need friends. Come visit me in Montreal!
It largely depends on your looks at first, but “becoming a stripper” and being good at being a stripper are two very different things.
I am not very good at being a stripper because I’m lazy and (most of the time) hate the hustle.
Oh hiiiiiiii…
