My Brother actually feeds Zombies. Can you imagine? Me on the other hand, I am the head of a national Zombie Security company. The best in the country, based here in NYC. I always knew I had it in me to become more and do better. I drifted around from job to job over the years trying to find what I excelled at. Of course I as good at everything, but nothing really clicked and I was very board most of the time, that is until the Zombies. I was not one of those that freak out, never have and never will be. I keep my cool and keep my eyes open.
When the Zombies started getting infected, I was working at a strip club. Simple nice place and easy work for someone with the sense to keep his eyes open, his mouth shut and his fly closed. I kept an eye on the patrons getting drunk and the girls getting tips, so nothing got out of control either way. The girls were the real problem. Bouncing guys is easy. Keep an eye on them, when they start getting a little too rowdy, let them know you are around, but be nice. Complement the girl they are interacting with. Offer them a free Coke or something nice, just for them to get a reminder that you are there. I always like to make sure they have a ride home and are safe. It never pays to have a customer in jail or so drunk off there ass that they can’t go to work. If they are not working, they are not making money to spend at the club. Sometimes we get the ones looking for a fight, but they don’t get it. We are not that kind of club. They can go to the country music joint down the street for some good redneck fight-club action. We keep the customers happy and coming back with cash in our place.
