There is a club there called the "Computer Room," where skinny nerdy gay guys go to have drinks, listen to techno music, and dance, and to watch geeky tech support guys dance naked on stage. I am one such dancer.
I usually like to twist and gyrate as I slowly strip my clothes off, always careful not to let the pens in my pocket protector fall. Then I twirl around in my tight underwear around the pole, and crawl around the stage to let the guys put money down my underwear.
Then I slowly take off my underwear. That usually drives the crowd wild.
Some 15 years ago I worked at school as a teacher. It was a very short experience and quite a failure. I hated it, it was making me miserable so I left, not only the place but the profession. It wasn't even anyone's fault, neither mine nor of the kids. I was simply the wrong person in the wrong place doing the wrong thing. The job was unsuitable for me and I was unsuitable for the job.
And when I was looking for something else, my grandma's condition got worse and she started to require constant care. She was already over 90. There was a bit of a fight in the family about who would take care of her and, since I didn't have anything else to do at that time and didn't want to come back to the silly school, I started looking after her and stopped looking for a job. I was taking care of her for seven years until she died in 2017. And I liked looking after her so I thought that maybe this was something I should be doing in life. And that way I started working in a nursing home.
The riots will be like nationwide LA riots with white people pulled from vehicles and beaten in the street for wanting a racist president by default.
And off in high desert of California we are preparing. We are training our superwarriors with the same supplements given to the SS. The supplements are procured by our pharmacologist Travis-Bob in Victorville. It is as pure as the Third Reich's formula.
We have pride of culture. From our El Caminos and our duellies we will fly the rebel flag in the coming war of ideals. And we will be victorious.
To pass some of the time away.