the earlier you start
“The earlier you start in
life,
the better you’ll get,” she said. “That
is, of course, if you
keep going. If you don’t give
up on your dream.”
“Wise words,” I said
She smirked at that. “You bet. So in your
case, you say you started writing
at twenty. That means you
can’t be that good
of a writer. There weren’t too many years
since then. You’re not even thirty
yet. You must really
suck at writing actually.”
I shrugged. “Probably. I don’t know.
I’m not sharing my work
with a lot of people. But what about you?
When did you start beating
at your craft?”
She let out a
very condescending whistle
as she looked up. “I started dancing
at nine,” she said. “Like, every
evening. My big brother would
call me to
his room and give me
candy bars and cans of coke if I
danced for him. And I did it.
Naked. And I got
better and better at it. Today, you can’t
see a more experienced stripper
in this club. I dare you
to look for one
better than me. I really dare you.”
“Damn,” I said, “And how’s your
brother doing these days?”
“He’s in the back room, managing
the club. Why ask?”
“No reason.”
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