Notes from a male strip club:
Flashy lights give me a headache. I’m wearing a tiny plastic pink tiara. This is weird. Why the fuck is there fire on the stage? This is past my bed time. My cousin is going to have a hangover
you know that moment when you stop giving a shit?
I’m at that level.
That moment when you’re so freaking hungry that you just ate an entire thing of nachos without realizing you did while you’re still in full Starbucks uniform.