buried alive is the stories that never saw the light of day, personal and accidental.
I went to scores strip club in baltimore, rated the cities best by city paper, to check out their election night Sara Palin look alike contest. Before the girls paraded down, sean the manager leaned in a said “this is going to be quick cause if i leave them up there too long they will start stripping.”
sean bought me a drink and i settled in at the stage, almost as if he was watching, stood obama on the tv’s behind me accepting his nomination as the 44th president of the united states while strippers dressed as sara palin swung around on a pole, trying the best not to get naked. I sat, holden on to the lens, lost in americana