sleepless day

I know I don’t pay much for this place, but damn! Can a person get some peace and quiet? Just cause its daytime people get to thinking they can make all the noise they damn well please. Inconsiderate bastards, don’t ever think about people not living according to their time. Ain’t my fault I sleep during the day. When the hell else are they going to watch a show? During Lunch? Wonder who did what now. Sirens goin off all over the place. Guess I’ll just get up now. Got shit to do anyway.

Think I’ll were the pink jacket today. Seems like I always need a jacket in this hell hole, never warm enough to walk out in a nice blouse like it was back home. I miss the way things used to be. I know I decided to do this on my own account, but I don’t think I’m cut out for this. Should take a job as some stuffy secretary for some arrogant ass. No, no. This is ok. It wont be for too long. I’ll make my way out soon enough.

I hate walking down this hall. Always dirty, always stank. No more stank than the elevator though. ‘bout time it got here. Great its that guy from Rick’s. I didn’t know he lived here. I hate seeing people from the club outside of it. I’m not ashamed or anything, people round here know what I do. Just don’t like it. Maybe he won’t recognize me. He didn’t stay too long. Think he left with Coley. Don’t really remember what happened. I’m taking the stairs.

The town is even dirtier than the damp and nasty hall. Least there ain’t no sketchy lookin strangers lurking round the corner. Seems to me like somethin’s always goin down around here. But then again, I’m always out at the time when most eerie shit is going down. It’s not that kind of time right now. Sun is still out. Probably got something to do with that Italian dude from the club. He seems like he’d be involved with sketchy looking dark vans and sirens. Maybe he’s out to get someone, or maybe someone is out to get his ass. He seems all right to me. Nice enough for a gangster, not too bad looking. I’ll stop by there before I go to work today.

Molina Rose blog 4

It felt so good to be home. I’m so tired of this weather and all these fools running around here. My hair’s all fucked up. I look a hot mess now. I need to do something with it before I go to work.

I haven’t gone out in a long time. I should go out tonight. Every time I go out to the bar one of those idiots is tryin to get me tto dance there. Some Italian big shot thinks he owns the town. Well he don’t own me. I dance wherever I damn well please, or where ever I can make the most.

Maybe I’ll go check it out. It’s not like I’m rakin in the big buck now. If I get in with the owner, maybe I can even get an advance outta him. You never know what you can get out of a horny son of a bitch who thinks he owns you. Manipulation is the key. Men are easy. I figured that out at a young age. Men are easy. Real easy.

Molina Rose Blog #3

It didn’t always use to be like this. There was a time when Molina lived a normal; some would even call a privileged life. Every night as she slid on her boots before leaving for work you could see the grace in her motion. What a waste, someone had spent money on her ballet class and driven her to piano recitals. Such a waste. A year seems like forever when spent in this type of place. It didn’t used to always be like this. She didn’t have to be a stripper at some sorry excuse for a club; she could have been anything she wanted to. Oh well what’s done is done.
Shit! It is too god damn cold in here. I know it is not raining, I just know it aint. Not today, not this one day I get to step the hell outta’ this sorry town. No not today. It isn’t raining on me today. I’m gonna’ need to find some way to get a car.
Damn it I’m bout to be late again. Where is my jacket? I can’t ever find where that damn thing is at. Shit, well he’s just gonna’ have to deal with me being latte. I’m not the one who wanna’ meet all that far away to keep people from seeing us. I don’t have no problem bein’ seen.
Why is the damn elevator taking so long? Finally. Well damn and who is she? She looks new, still happy and cheerful. I guess this hell hole hasn’t broken her down yet. I really aint in no mood to see some happy ass looking little girl. I know if I get on she is goin’ to try and talk to me and I ain’t got shit to say. I guess I ma have to be taking the stairs. Already late, might as wel avoid what I don’t wanna’ deal with.
My hair is going to get messed up.