Typical Maine Summer weather, hey? I'm pulling in some extra cash this week bouncing at night for a local midget strip/wrestling pub. Heck, a joe has got make ends meet somehow. The money ain't great, but when you see those tiny bodies go sailing across the barroom, it kinda gives a fella a sense of being. Sometimes I tell myself, it ain't about the money, I could be making a bunch more cleaning urinals at the bus station downtown. Shoot, two more weeks of this and I'll have that Blue Ridge under my belt.
