Chapter Eleven
In the Service Industry
Dear Readers, please remember that in s*x, as in life, things are not always what they seem. Be sure to read the ending(s).
I decided to leave for the coast after a laughable freshman year in college, and immediately crashed with Keith, an old high school buddy who let me stay with him while I was looking for a job. Since he worked mostly nights as a chauffeur. I was left petty much on my own during the day. I wasn’t really worried about finding something — a job that would at least pay my half of the rent. I’m willing to work. Get along well with people. And I’m pretty good looking; never had trouble getting girls, anyway. I can even play the guitar some. I suppose I had some idea of hooking up with a band, or working in one of the clubs, or maybe
