Despite the strip club being, in many ways, one of the most false social contexts imaginable, Veronica explains that it’s also more real.
The strip club is in some ways like a big game board. There are rules, and there are players… It’s the Game of Mutual Exploitation.
Her mom and I are separating, tearing our selves in two. The pain is almost unbearable. Then I head to the plaza, where the NorCal Yo-Yo Championship is being held.
Later, I see the Queen doing rapier fighting. It’s cool that she still fights, I think.
He’s been playing since he was eight, and playing professionally since he was 16, when the owner of the piano bar where he was hired had to paint a mustache on him to make him look of age.