I was stripping in Evansville, Indiana. I rented an apartment upstairs above the club. This is one week I had my kids with me. It was a time when they were on a holiday - like Christmas. It was getting close to the time when the kids would have to go back to their boarding schools. John was dressed in his military school uniform. He did not want to go back. I went upstairs. He was sitting on the chair with his hat lopsided looking all sad. He looked so cute. I said, "You look like a drunken sailor!"
While my kids were with me in Evansville, they stayed upstairs while I did my shows downstairs. This was ideal for me. I wish all the spots I worked had been like this.
The hostess at the club told me that she could not understand why they were so quiet. She said if she left her kids up there by themselves, there would be no way they would behave. She said you would be able to hear them romping around like crazy.
I did not tell her. But I believe that kids who do not mind are a result of bad parenting.
But I was not like a lot of parents. I placed my kids above everybody and everything. I still do.
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