My name is anuj. Some of you may know that I'm a womanizer, I'm developing a drinking problem, I can't stand myself sometimes, and I seem to get into situations that end in fights. Most of you know that I run a 7-Eleven in a semi-sh*tty area of Saint Louis, MO. The most dangerous city per capita in America. God bless it.
That's not new. Nothing has changed, actually. What has changed is my profession. I've moved away from sound production and web design and made a shift towards marketing and club promotion. That's a real fancy term for what I do, actually. I go to nightclubs and lounges and advertise for them in exchange for money.
I started doing this at The Red Sea in the historic Loop in University City, which some of you may know as the home of Cornell Hayes Jr, better known as Nelly. The owner of The Red Sea is always high on heroin and tended to screw people over financially. More power to him, though, I got my foot in the door there and I learned some of the ins and outs of the business.
From there, I moved from on to larger bars and clubs. MP O'Reillys, Dantes, Fat Tuesdays, Kyos, and the Oz. There's been days when I leave with paychecks bigger than what normal people earn in a month. There's been days when I leave having to pay before two large bouncers break my kneecaps. It's been a real strange ride, culminating in the signing of a three month contract at the Oz nightclub in Sauget, IL not a month ago.
That is when my life got weird. Even though I'd been in the business for the better part of a year, I'd never really gotten anything this significant. Suddenly I had more friends, more money, and more problems than anyone my age should have to deal with. I'm barely old enough to drink in the club and yet I'm sitting in VIP sipping free drinks and chatting up women who I shouldn't be f*cking around with unless I quadruple-bag my cock.
That said, I've got a sh*t-ton of stories to share, from mundane to "holy f*ck no way you're full of sh*t you brown scumbag". I'll let you all choose which ones you want to h ear.
- Why you can't have a girlfriend in this business
- What I learned: Obtaining a gun is easier in real life than it is in GTA
- What I learned: Never hit someone with an aluminum beer bottle
- Why you shouldn't burn bridges
- The Hottest Girl Contest
- Making It Rain
- Girls Gone Wild, and girls who did indeed go wild
- 7-Eleven robbery (07APR07)
- Alcohol and Why You Should Stay the f*ck Away
- Drug Culture and the Club
- Why you do NOT f*ck around with bouncers
- Beer Bottles and AKs
- Police and the unwritten rules
Seriously, that's only the sh*t from the last two months. I've got so much I need to get off my chest and I need some sort of feedback so I'm looking to the community that's been there for me for five years.
Also: All stuff in this topic is purely fictional and has no relation to any current events. All stories and names mentioned herein are fiction and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or any pending court cases are purely coincidental.
Pictures will be added whenever they're found. I'm on a brand new laptop and I'm still sorting out my old sh*t.