Not much has happen to me since my last post. I am still in this hellhole called New York. I’ve been living in this club for the past week. The place is called Champagne Royale. It is basically a gay cabaret bar. This place doesn’t bother me at all. It would be the last place my old friend would look for me. After all the women he saw (and didn’t see) me get, he’d never expect to find me here.
Luckily, this bar/club has a huge storage room. I could get lost in there. There are tons of props, costumes, and furniture in there. I have made myself a little space in that storage room. I got me a trunk that works as my desk. A huge Champagne Glass with costumes in it that functions as my bed. I have the whole place to myself from 4am to 5pm . Unfortunately there’s no sodding food. Not even biscuits. But on the bright side there is a LOT of booze. That’s not a bad trade off.
Every night there is a show. Each show last about ninety minutes. Miss Dee is the main
performer. She is a forty-something “singer”. I use the word rather loosely. She wears these ugly prom dresses every night. I think she buys them at the Goodwill stores. Just seeing her puts a pain to my goolies. During the show, I usually wander off to the bar and grab a beer or three. I have yet to conclude a show as a sober bloke.
Every night her opening song is “I’ve Never Been to Me”. The audience crowds around the stage like Miss Dee is their bloody savior. It is the most whiny song I have ever heard but the crowed eats it up. Granted, most of the crowd is probably too cracked out to realize how bad it is. Her performance is a direct rip off of the movie “Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert”.(Not that I know)
I usually sit in the back of the club, drinking my beer and stealing some money. It is amazing how much people have on them here. One bloke had five hundred dollars alone on them. One night alone, I made over two grand. Life is not too bad here. I might stick around for a while. My friend would probably never set foot in a cabaret after what happen last time.
My friend would probably never set foot in a cabaret after what happen last time.
I hope you’re right. I would love to hear that story. Some other time, perhaps? If I see anything I will let you know. BTW your birds are all well.
Suonds liek you are enojying yuorslef. Do tehy have wffales?? Dont get me worng, beer is good, but come on, COME ON, WFAALES??!!! YEA!!!
Uh, Claude, I know you’re enjoying it over there but my intuition tells me this town isn’t gonna be safe too much longer….