A few years ago I had one of my periodic bouts of strip-club nostalgia, and decided to try to get a job DJ-ing at one of the new Deja Vu Clubs on Broadway, either Little Darlings or the Hungry I by letting slip that I had worked at the O'Farrell, the New Century, and the Market Street Cinema between 1987 and 1997. Everything had been going so well up to that moment; especially since the guy the manager was a cute Asian guy whose tight black jeans and unbuttoned silk shirt the required work attire of the entire male staff male allthigher-up had ed like the one a penchant for silk shirts guy a time period no 21st century strip club manager in his right mind wants his dancers hearing anything about from someone who actually worked as an independent contractor. I HAVE NO WAY TO SAVE THIS EXCEPT INCRIMENTALLY HERE. I WOULDN'T BOTHER READING UNTIL THERE IS MORE THAN A PAGE