So yesterday was my official début as a go-go boy. The dollar in the contest photo was given to me the night I auditioned; from 11:00 p.m. last night to 3:00 a.m. this morning I had my first paid engagement. For four hours, I stood on a bar and writhed in simulated ecstasy while appreciative men stuffed cash down my underwear.
And I now have an important piece of advice for everybody:
Try never to touch singles with your bare hands again.
You have no idea where they might have been and with the remnants of what effluvia they might still be covered.
Well, you probably have some idea. But that should be enough to give you pause.