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Z Bone's Real Diary for November 1997
July 3, 2008
The following article was written back in 1997 for ASSC, and it was
sort of lost but I decided to bring it back for your reading pleasure.
Dancers come and go, just like customers. The faces change but it's
just about the same shit over and over again. Once you've been in the
industry for a while, it all gets really old fast. But once in a while,
something different happens.
I was at a dance contest in November, watching the "amateur"
contestants. One of them attracted my eyes. No, she wasn't the best
looking, the tallest, the girl with the biggest boobs, or best hair, or
anything like that. It wasn't even the X-Factor(r). Nothing special. Just
something in her face.
She didn't win the contest. She didn't even place. But afterwards, I
decided to have a little chat with her. She seemed very intelligent and
friendly. She flirted with me and we laughed a lot. I don't remember what
it was about. Just funny.
She got hired to work at the club and decided to work there that very
night. I stayed and we talked more and I got to like her. I wasn't about
sex or dancing. Just 2 people enjoying each other. She told me that she
had just moved to LA one day ago and needed to dance to make some quick
money. She didn't know what she was going to do but she just wanted to see
LA. That sounded reasonable to me. I've heard similar stories from many
After closing, she went into the dressing room and I didn't see her for
a while. Later, when I saw her, I didn't recognize her because she had
very short hair and was wearing a ski cap.
I said, "Hey! What's up with your hair?" Not in a mean way, just sort
of kidding her. I thought she would tell me that she liked short hair or
her perm went crazy on her and she had to cut it.
Unfortunately for me, her answer was, "I have leukemia". I don't say,
"unfortunately" because of any other reason except what I said next. I
just didn't really know what to say. I was sort of shocked. My next words
were, "You're gonna be OK, right?". She looked me right in the eyes,
paused, and said, "No."
I felt like shit. I didn't know what to say or do. It was such an
awkward moment, I just said, "Sorry about that" and walked away. I
couldn't even continue our conversation because I felt so strange.
I never saw her again after that night. I heard she is staying with the
DJ from the club. I hope she's doing OK there.
What's this got to do with anything? Nothing. It's just my fuckin'
diary. For you old timers on ASSC, you know how my old diaries used to
read, so I'm sure you saw this coming a million miles away.
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