I went to work at the club, and after a customer got me drunk he took me in a cabana and raped me while i was intoxicated, and left me with $200. I have to see him every time I work at that club.


The day before yesterday I found out that someone I had admired for a long time has died. When I went to work yesterday, the manager told me to smile because I looked gloomy. Never mind that I had a reason. And even if I didn’t have a reason to look gloomy, what I do with my face is still up to me.