Working the night shift was my first job ever. My daddy said I needed to learn how to work because he couldn’t keep supplying me with YSL bags because I was cute. Boo, I told him, so I started working the night shift at this gentleman’s club/hotel lounge. Daddy disapproved, but I was making my own money, right. So he couldn’t get too angry. This one night, I was working the bar, and well, we didn’t stop serving until four am in the morning. Continue reading “The night shift “ →