I was skating at the three up three down before I knew exactly what went down at that big ass building. In fact I don't think me and the homies even gave a fuck... it was just '3 Up 3 Down', not even 'the Armory', and I guess those were innocenter days. But lo and behold I met a chick who was the chef or some shit there, cooking in some capacity, and she was all fucked up on meth. I figured if this dumpster fire of a pleb can work at this place, I have to be able to do something (My rent had just jumped by 600 dollars overnight). Plus she also said that part of the job working there was in having to constantly turn down sex it was offered in such abundance... like chicks she met that called themselves lesbians looking for the D in dudes restrooms and apparently gay dudes butt banging boriquas with blindfolds on after breakfast, drunk and high as fuck around the clock.
So enter my naive ass, not even considering in full how much of a lying sociopath my then-friend was and that there had to be a catch to working as "Editor" with very fine print entailing ZERO interaction or contact with the porn stars. I mean I figured it would be tough with fresh ass up in my face but I'm a decent dude and just figured in the worst case scenario I could get bops or rub one out before work.
But thankfully my experience studying TV/Film in school and interning all over the Bay Area and in SF-proper paid off big time. My job interview entailed three martinis, watching porn, and listening to SWANS. My first assignment ended with a dude no-showing for a bukake gang bang and me needing to nut into a shot glass for an extra 20 bucks and a bag of weed (And a 6er of Schlitz and a coupon to Beauty Bar).
I guess I was so fucked up that day that I thought nothing of it, and ended up passing out on the roof and just walking down to work the next day. And this pretty much went on with every variety of porn you can imagine for 3 years straight.
In the friend my sketchy friend OD'd, a bunch of people from the industry got sick as fuck, other offed themselves, people manic depressed and depraved to an extent where I had to check myself. I didn't mind getting the occasion sore for banging unlimited ass all day; my then was that my skating started to suck.
I guess I was starting to look dirty as fuck as well because whenever I'd go shred after work people were constantly asking if I could like take a shower and then come back. I was then briefly inspired by the movie "Taxi Driver" and thought of saving some of the more hopeless women involved in the Armory, but after about five minutes I realized I didn't give a fuck about them, heroism, or morals. I just needed to get the fuck out of there is all.
Sanitation was hiring right away. Pays good dough and forces me to not imbibe in the night life. I was pretty much drunk and high for three years straight editing a ton of shit on pornhub now and altogether it was cool. The dudes on the truck are always stoked to hear my stories. It's a filthy business with a ton of disease and depression, but when folks are well-made up, having drinks, and feeling high, it is like another reality altogether. I would recmmend anyone at least inquiring for work if you have a perverse bone in your body, a relative skill-set, and can function well high and drunk at a top-notch level and don't mind never being home.
I look forward to starting bartending in the Mission this Fall. More on that later. For now it's hella sick to get off work at 1:30 PM and bomb a hill straight to the park or whatever, getting all my tricks back on lock. I still smell like shit, due to the garbage truck and everything, but it's more of a noble filth. People say I look a lot healthier these days. That shit is tight with me.
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