I started bartending my senior year in college. After I graduated, I could not find a job, so I moved to a speed bar where there were more people, better tips and a lot more action. Late one night, after drinking with one of our better customers, one of the waitresses took me into the bathroom and gave a line of coke, my first ever. I went back to work and had a couple more drinks and then a couple more lines. I remember closing, but after that things are a little fuzzy. I still have the tatoo, the penicillin cured the other problem, and the waitress avoided me until she quit several month later.

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Dec 14, 2011 04:39 PM - Life In The Fast Lane - by Dwizerd (man)

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