Sunday, May 21, 2006
I feel more like myself again. Some people aren't meant to be under 200 lbs. I guess looking like an underwear model isn't going to happen for me...
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
The story as of now...
People have asked me about the "new club" ...At this time everything is g4 classified...It's my friend's project and I'm not involved. Let me make it clear how uninvolved I am in this club. All I've done as far as this place is concerned is pick up some lumber piles out of the rain to help the guys out, and I've seen the bulding in a couple of stages. I know there are a lot of plans, and the new club isn't going to be in a familiar format from what I hear. These guys want to try to pick up some new type of business. Last club I did demolition,took all the torn down stuff out of the doors, wired stage lights, helped with the framing and did any general thing that needed to be done. Yet people with short memories tend to say "I never drove one nail at menages club" in mixed company to try to downplay any remenants of so called "credit" I may get for being a part of a successful business. I think it's a mite disrespectful to put down a man who was responsible for running an after hours club, helping with menages and flashdancers as well as being at Mr. Van horn's beck and call 24/7 as well as cleaning up a building all by myself after 2 clubs and several hundred people. Also standing up to the thugs who tried to put us out of business and never backing down from the fight as some others did. I've always looked out for my people, still call my ex employees when they go through death , divorces , job losses etc. I put the business first and it was my last "club running" gig. Yet I still do things and handle problems for my friends every week. My wife has a great job at the place and that's great. I apprieciate that. Just wish certain people wouldn't try to downplay me to people to look "cool" or whatever the kids are about nowdays...I never run down my friends, do the right thing and never stole or lied to people I was in business with. I see thieves, liars and drug peddlers getting ahead in the club business every day. I've been around for almost 22 years, from cleaning club floors before I was old enough to even go in during business hours to being a general manager or actually having a small piece of a business but never owning it completely. That's always been the problem. I get a small enough piece to make a good income but never enough to buy the whole place. Before I can get up the funds, some asshole pushes me out the door. At least I tell the truth. You got 100 guys in this town NEVER owned shit that STILL have people fooled that they owned this or that place. I did a lot of shit in my industry. I booked the feature acts, worked for the production companies that made the adult films, did the artwork for the box designs and of course ran the businesses day to day.Even ran a little escort/ massage stuff when I was really hurting for money.Didn't like the environment. Too much of a conscience. I did most of my own ads and artwork, or consulted with shawn and we came up with concepts together. Handled everyone myself when I ran the places. I dealt with everyone on a personal basis. When I worked for "the boys", I drove their cars, picked up their money and food, watched their back & took care of everything. I've always been responsible. Back in the old days I picked up gambling slips, sold guns (decided to stop that when kids started getting a hold of too much stuff), put a little money in my friends "film projects" and I had some website stuff, a dating service and a porn movie site which I sold. I used to have some of those 900 number things, I paid for the ads and the numbers and the service industry hired the people for the phones. I hustled around a little to "make it". I always did a little electrical work or computer stuff on the side to make some extra cash. Always worked hard. Every business I dealt with, I tried to be responsible and do the right thing, never took the shortcuts. Nowdays I just do the "legit" thing and of course make a lot less money. Thing is, I can go around the country and know someone anywhere I go from my "adventures". I have tons of pictures, have all the scars. Yet I see these lying fuckers taking about all the shit they "run" or "own", or how many celeberties they know. Sorry , if you really actually "met" these people, I mean not from the crowd watching them walk by but actually seeing them up close and personal, you wouldn't be impressed. I've seen a lot lot of "celeberties" and they usually are just as ignorant and low classed as anyone else. Wasn't impressed with most so called famous people I've met. Just another self absorbed asshole. Maybe a few folks have been nice. For the most part celeberties I've seen in the situations I'm in at the time are in a mindless party atmosphere. In those cases I'm usually on the serious or "business" side of the "party". I have no idea why any female would be impressed by a guy lying about being a club owner and hanging with celeberties all while slamming down drugs. And then using the drugs to get attention off the woman. Even if a hot chick is a dope addict, I still don't get why they'd even hang with half the losers out there. Of course I know a lot of junkies and they could care less the trash they hang with. That to me is the worst part of drug addiction, hanging with idiots you'd never associate with otherwise. I was the guy who kept clean and hung out with co workers and watched the ignorace as they all got fucked up on dope. These people would kiss each other's ass , knowing damn well they all hated each other. So pathetic to me. Anyway, I guess that's enough reality for today. You guys think about it all and have a great day...Saturday, May 13, 2006
I'm still around...
What's the news Mr. Grieco? I just quit doing this thing a while. Since I "took off" , lots of stuff has happened. I have been training my ass off, weighing about 210 lbs. I decided I felt better over 200 lbs.Trying to be lean and cut and 185-190 just isn't me I guess. I never quit working out, just turned my diet back up, ate more protein and calories and put on some more mass on. While I spent years at 220 lbs to 235, I don't think I can get that size again. I'm too old I guess, or not willing to juice myself up to the degree of getting 230 and over. When you get in your late 30's, over 20 years of weightlifting takes it's toll, and your "gentic potential" kinda takes a hit. But I look good, feel good, wife got me some "tanning visits". I was scared to go. I've taking countless employees to tanning over ther years in the strip/adult/feature business, but I myself have never used a tanning bed until last week. Felt kind of like a "girlie" thing to do, but my wife looks good and I want to look good for her too, so I gave it a try. I got a little burned so far but I think I can get a decent tan by the time the month is over. On the "club business" front, shawn and peter just bought another place, right up the street from menages club. I'm sure it will do well, I'm totally sitting this one out. I guess I will watch my friends move on , maybe they'll do even better. Funny thing is , as much as I tell people I'm out, certain assholes try to make up stories I'm going around town saying I'm a "club owner" , implying I am taking credit for the new project. Of course I'm going to promote my friends, but I don't lie about owning shit I don't own, like half of the assholes in this "town of fake owners" do. I'm taking about YOU ...Mr. "myspace "VIP" you guys know who "Mr. VIP" is if you live in Nashville. His my space page made me fucking sick. This idiot has never owned SHIT in this town. Just handed out drugs to naive girls and lied to them. And he needs to learn how to put on his mascara properly. He looks like a methed out Barbara Streisand. I read an article about how they're trying to make people leave their pit bulls at home and keep them out of the parks here. I've heard all this "not bad breeds , bad owners" bullshit. Now when a person carries a handgun, at least they admit why. These pit bull owners know damn good and fucking well why they have those dogs. It's not because they're fucking cute. It's the "intimidation factor" . When people have pits around, it invokes a certain fear or image of the dog that the owners thrive on. Have your fucking dogs, I could give a fuck. Just don't try and justify what the breed is designed for. Drug dealers all around here carry them around for intimidation.You people prance your attack dogs around like "look at me and my bad ass dog" then when someone buys that shit and says somthing about it you back the fuck down and make the dogs out to be fucking snoopy on Charlie Brown. That's like going to a car show where cars have built out the ass to do over 100 mph, then a cop comes by the show everyone starts looking at the ground shuffling their feet saying the bigger engines are only in the cars because they're fuel efficient. (bullshit of course) ... on another front, finally someone realized a fat drunk idiot can't run a business after six years of struggling and blaming me... went by and my old club looked great, nice artwork everywhere, Joe Savage was really happy to be back and show me around, and the place looked like my old club. More girls , just like I used to run, and the crowd seemed good although I didn't stay in the club long. I went to the office , where it was cleaned up and nice, a budda display on the wall, and that fucking god awful map was gone...I remember when all my artwork was pulled down and destroyed for a stupid ass map of the world to be put up. I hope no one in this town is ignorant enough to hire this shitbag again. I think my old club is going to be great again, they are actually talking about taking the format into the next level of the industry. I just love to see my work being continued by capable people rather than torn down by rucker clones who've never had one original thought. Hopefully the Rucker era is coming to a close. One more manager to go and it's O-V-E-R fuckers!!!Think about that and have a great day...maybe I'll be back , maybe I won't , who knows...