To start this off, I’m 21 now. I’ve always been pretty confident, and just go with the flow on things that I think are a good idea. Sometimes those things have gone well, sometimes they’ve gone… not so well.
But, I digress. My confession is twofold, the first being pretty minor, the second being a bit more major. Towards the end of my first year of University in the UK, I started working in a bar. Quite simply, I wanted more disposable income. Living the student lifestyle could be an expensive habit.
So that was fine, did it for about… 5 months, I think. One of the semi-regulars at this bar was always pretty friendly with me, seemed like overall a nice guy. After a while of knowing him, he told me he manages a strip-club in the city, and that the disposable I’d earn from that would make my current job look like small fry.
I laughed, told him “No thanks”, and went about my life. I thought about it for a week though, and turned myself around to the idea of “Fuck it, why not?” I started at the beginning of my second year, couple of weeks after my 19th birthday.