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Dream Date
Life has a habit of teaching you lessons when you least expect it. What can appear to be slight and insignificant can have lasting effects. As a bartender in Los Angeles I could have sworn that there was nothing I have not done and seen both on the job and off. Wild brawls and late night romps while working behind the bar proved to be great for tips which helped me make rent and splurge on extras. I love my job and the people and experiences it has brought me. Each night is a new adventure and last Friday night was no exception. I work at the “Love Boat”, a trendy hipster bar in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles. Originally, I had applied to a security position, however once I showed up to the interview the manager took one look and me with exploitation in his eyes and decided my six foot three inch self might do better behind the bar. I can’t complain, as a single man in my mid twenties I am not about to turn down any opportunity to meet women.
By Las Matamaridos5 years ago in Confessions
Red Camera Flip Phone
May 27th... We had just arrived home from church. The kids jumped out of the car and start grabbing the horse riding gear. Ruth and Mark packed up their lunches for the day and, within the hour, they were gone. Meanwhile, I stayed home, in my basement apartment and play video games. It was a normal day. College was out for the summer. I started two new jobs in the upcoming week. We were all on great terms. Nothing to have my stomach in knots for. It was 3:49 PM when that changed. I'm sitting on the couch in my living room playing Spider-Man on the Xbox when Mark opens the basement door and calls me to come up the stairs. Still nothing suspicious. I even respond jokingly with "I didn't do it this time!", which was my typical response. God, I wish I knew how inappropriate that was at the time!
By AR Terique5 years ago in Confessions
Run!
Have you ever been to prison? Unfortunately for me, I have! 688 days, but who’s counting? Today is my 8th anniversary of freedom, 04/01/13. I wish this was a joke, APRIL FOOLS, but it's not. April won't commemorate my marriage, the day I got clean, or spring break. The only shower that April brings is rein over my release date. Yeah, so today definitely marked a milestone and before I go further I have to say: a limited 5,000 words really steals the justice from my story, but I will give it my damnedest!
By Tripp Any Where5 years ago in Confessions
Heartache on the 5th Floor
There he was, on the football field surrounded by a slew of a mix of futball and basketball players. I knew he wasn't Chinese because he had thick brown sideburned and blue eyes. He looked French or Greek or some kind of exotic that I wasn't familiar with as a Mexican-American woman.
By A.X.Partida5 years ago in Confessions
Disaster Diaries
I've never really been a rule follower. I haven't really ever found a need to be because just in general the benefits of not following the rules typically outweighed the cons of following the rules. Why would I make my life harder following rules when I could just ....not?
By Julia A Maddox5 years ago in Confessions
My dream date
looking nervous and innocent, behind the bar at my new job, I arrived in Darwin only days before. I noticed this fine specimen of a man. He was a hot ruggered cowboy. As I peered over to him, I noticed he was standing there smirking at me, as the night went on, I noticed he didn’t take his eyes of me! The mysterious man had blonde hair and blue eyes and muscles, wearing a sleeveless flannalete shirt and tight blue denim jeans. He was rough around the edges and the most Devine man I had ever seen. We didn’t speak but held constant eye contact all night.
By Jodie Wooden5 years ago in Confessions
Beggars; can we be choosers?
There is a strip mall five miles from my house which houses several of my favorite stores-Bed, Bath & Beyond, Target, our grocery, my hair cutter Sharon at Supercuts, Petsmart – and for the last few years, whenever I pull out of the complex, I stare into the face of the same beggar.
By David Louis Stanley5 years ago in Confessions
Hearing Voices
What is a normal day for me as a writer? My wife works an early shift, so our alarm goes off at 3:50am. Yikes! I drive my wife to work. She starts at 5:00am. Returning home, I go back to bed for half an hour to an hour. Then I usually start writing around 6:00am. I try to write 1500-2000 words per day, which translates to 3-4 pages, or a short, short story. In the past three years I have written somewhere over 150 short stories and four novels.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Confessions
Caught With My Pants Down
What I'm about to share is both extremely gross and utterly embarrassing. My story will end with me in a very vulnerable and compromising position with my pants down caught in an unavoidable epically disgusting act. This is the kind of story that doesn't take too long to get to the point, where I reveal to you my life's most awkwardly awful moment. My admission here will have you both grossed out and feeling absolutely sorry for me in my moment of shame. However, before I can conclude with my dubious episode I have to take you all back to where I contracted the issue which would lead to my disaster in a San Diego Parking lot back in the fall 2006.
By Meko James 5 years ago in Confessions
What If My Employer Fired Me For No Reason?
Passive-aggressiveness is the lingua franca of Californians of every social and economic class. An employer may give you a good performance review that is laced with subtle digs. They may avoid meeting with you, and when they fire you, they may say it is due to circumstances beyond their control. When you press them for an explanation, they may evade the question and have you escorted out by security.
By Martins Straume5 years ago in Confessions
