As I paraded my candy ass around central LA today looking for any bottom of the barrel establishment that would hire me, I became quite familiar with the chain restaurant scene. That was my approach today. Anyway, like an idiot, I went in to a Sizzler trying to bartend. Does everyone but me already know how this place works? It's like a serve yourself buffet with fountain drinks off to the side. That's it. They said I could fill up people's Dr. Pepper's for them but the tips would be low.
What I can't figure out is, was this debacle a testament to my upbringing that I have never been in or lived near a Sizzler, or am I the guy who doesn't know why everyone keeps calling West Hollywood 'weho' because I couldn't deduce that a Sizzler is not an appropriate job for someone with a masters degree? Nevermind, I answered my own question.
On a scale of porn-to-famous, today put me at a 3.5.
(That's the thing about LA, the porn path is always there, lurking in dark alleys or the back of vans, tugging at your shirt tails or your dick. One too many slip ups and you find you just don't have a choice...)
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