Friday, June 02, 2006

confessions of a strip club barman


it seems like only two months ago that I was doing my bar trial but last night I got to train a new barman. Let’s call him J.

J had just moved from the western suburbs of Sydney because of biker gang violence that claimed the life of his cousin. After the shooting he decided it was time for a change in scenery. Fair enough.

All in all, it was a fairly quiet night.

Big ups to the boys shipping off to East Timor tomorrow as peace keepers. Good luck.

A punter caught me washing, polishing and re-washing a glass before I drank out of it in an effort to sterilize it. He asked me if I was paranoid or just precious while he smirked and chewed on the ice from his glass. I just shrugged and chuckled to myself.



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