A night in the life
What a night. Nothing exceptional really. It was your standard Thursday night on U st. This particular night is an open mic that is put on by and frequented by some of the younger black gay males of DC. Which means I make a shit ton of Long Island Iced Teas and Blue Motorcycles. I wish I was making that up. They really order and drink those with a straight(gay) face. Some tip, most don't. That isn't an indictment on black or gay, just young and broke(cheap). And for the record, I've only ever heard from other black people that black people don't tip well. I've never actually heard a white person say that. Ever. That doesn't mean they've never said it. They probably have. Racist assholes. Anyway. I love what I do sometimes. Or at least I don't mind and would rather be doing it than a bunch of other things I could be stuck doing. I go to work and come home to my beautiful soon to be wife and our bad stinky dog. That my friends, is the life.