My fault. I guess I was scratching my balls when really I should have been scratching my head during 'Career Day' back in high school. Seems quite a bit has changed in fourteen years, because I remember seeing an ITT Tech Institute tent, a military tent, something along the lines of culinary arts and veterinarian booths, but never, ever did I see a pole in the middle of a tent with recruiters nabbing women to be a stripper, yet they're just jumping up on that pole only a few months after getting their temps.
Seriously. Young women are coming into strip clubs on their 18th birthday and signing up for lap dance grind sessions and pirouette landings after a pole trick. Pretty, young, blondes, too, not just gutter 'talent' raised from donkey sex in Mexico or some Asian whore who got turned out five ways from Sunday at summer camp the last three years. It's spread all over now and it's beyond control.
I mean, just a few, short years ago it was typical for Asians, Hispanics, and Russian (one's wife should be just like a Moen faucet, meaning you buy it for looks, you buy it for life) broads to strip because their snail-mail buying husbands likely told them to get the fuck out of the house, but now we got the purest, blond Anglo Saxons showing their pussies on stage so they got money for 'bills.' . . . Yea, yea, baby. Save it. I know you have to pay tuition and all that; it's just that I've never heard of a professor who drives a Cadillac while listening to Young Jeezy.
What happened, America?
I'll tell you what happened: hedonism, which means above every other thing in life that should be a priority, one's happiness comes first and foremost. Now, we could argue if hedonism is right or wrong all day long and we would get nowhere. If some young chick who is likely going to get stoned every chance she gets, roll on ecstasy when she has the extra $20, please her boyfriend/pimp and make her parents proud that she has a job, raise a kid or two and take care of two cats, I think we can all agree that is way too much for someone to juggle at the tender age of 18.
I don't understand what's happening in this country. Is it like when you do shitty on your SATs you just wait for your 18th birthday to hit and then decide to grind cock on a whim, or was it planned? I thought fucking Black guys was enough rebellion against your father, but I guess grinding on all sorts of ethnic cock for money really shoves it in his face, eh? And Mtv isn't helping anything, either. It's almost as if they're instilling the fallacy that it's cool to be a whore, so apparently chicks all over are waiting for the clock to hit midnight so they can legally become an adult and pronounce to the city that their tits are perky.
I wonder what goes on inside these chick's minds. Yea, I do speculate, therefore I had to go out on a whim to get inside the mind of a seventeen-year old on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. I suspect she's in the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror on select evenings, just waiting to quit her job at Olive Garden.
Meet Katie.
Aww, see? Isn't she just adorable? Ready to take on the world in Stilettos and apparently can't wait to have bad credit, which the purchase of a new cell phone will aid her quest soon because despite living under mommy and daddy's roof right now, she'll still miss a few payments in the coming months. Mom and dad aren't too happy with her deciding to forgo college and strip, but Katie knows everything about life and no one can tell her differently. Right now she's spending a lot of time at the mall with whatever money's left over from making her car payment, which might, or might not have arrived on time this last month.
Two months pass and Katie is looking at herself in the mirror again. Seems she might have even gained a little weight as of late. Imagine that.
Seems Katie is getting a little snippier as of late. Her attitude has doubled at home and she can't wait to leave because her parents aren't hiding their disdain very well. Dad's been the biggest jerk lately, though. Sometimes he'll have a buddy over and he'll look at Katie walking to the bathroom or kitchen. Dad will see his friend eyeing up his daughter and make the loud remark, "Hey, most guys have to pay a cover to do that." They usually laugh while Katie sneers, and mom doesn't care too much because she's usually in the kitchen trying to find new ways to sneak vodka into her drink without dad knowing.
Roughly three weeks afterwards, Katie came home after working the night shift. She was on her way to the bathroom and passed her father in the hallway while he was scratching his balls, but all he had to verbalize was, "You smell like your mother. Why don't the both of you get a real job?" then went back to bed without even waiting for a retort.
Katie says "fuck it" and doesn't wait to finish paying off her car to move out. She gets a shitty apartment and starts sneaking drinks at work, and when all the other girls take two hits off the blunt, she takes three and usually asks the girl seated next to her, "Hey, what are those pills for?" She feels good being on her own, but doesn't necessarily like the feeling of coming home to be alone.
Katie starts dating a guy she works with, but she tries mixing her inexperienced party days with attempts to make a relationship, so her boyfriend doesn't know what to make of her tempers and immaturity; all he knows is that it's some fresh, young pussy who will maybe one day blossom into something worth keeping around.
Because she's so young and doesn't know what she is in life yet, oftentimes when she's drunk Katie will get out of control with yelling, hitting, and breaking random items around her boyfriend's apartment, and it's at this point in the relationship where her deejay boyfriend finally has to smack the shit out of her, unfortunately the day before Thanksgiving where she is expected to be at her parent's house for dinner. She can't bring that new boyfriend she told them about, though, because he won't take her calls and refuses to even piss on her again until he sees her take prescribed meds.
So there Katie is with her fresh tattoo, in the bathroom of her parent's house once again loving her slender look due to the Columbian diet she's been on lately. Now we have to assume she is looking at herself and wondering not only if her new hairdo looks like shit, but also if her parents fucked her up or did she fuck it up all on her own?
Z.
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