My own prison

Friday raises it’s ugly head again and the club looms dauntingly….... Eh..... nah.
That sounds so dark and gloomy! Compared to where I’m sitting now, I’d much rather be at the club, partying with all my friends. Who wouldn’t want that job? How many other people can say they get to drink alcohol and be around naked women AND get paid truck loads of money? Not counting all the extra fun that can happen on any given night in the dressing room. Even though Mondays really suck, I don’t have time to do anything else and my body aches in places that shouldn’t, Friday rolls around and I’m busting at the seems to get there. Must be all the flashy lights and sparkles that draws me….