“What is it hurting?”
Walking into the bars is hard enough,Having to sit down is horrible.Paying for a girls time with a overpriced cocktail feels wrong.Pretending to enjoy myself, laughing, singing, and smiling is almost impossible.
I don’t want to be here…
I would rather be anywhere but this place sipping on a Coke and pretending to enjoy watching these girls dance on our table.
But then is happens, I see HER.
I start to talk to HER.
SHE is looking at me. SHE is staring at me.SHE is telling me her story. SHE says where SHE is from, how long SHE has worked here and about her family.SHE tells me I’m...