It also wasn’t his performances, which actually did make him worthy of his rank, and the darling of all the patrons. What really caught me, I think, was that famous smile. My experience with the Club began, as most of the people in it might relate to, with a lot of debt. But that sort of thing happened when you ran a business and owed certain people money. To be fair, it wasn’t my business; it had been my father’s. The shop that my father ran was pretty much all we had as a source of income after my mother left us. I was very little then, and I don’t remember much about it. For many years, Dad tried his level best to raise me, send me to school and give me all that I wanted. I guess you could say he allowed me to be as free as I could with my own money. He tried to give me things that I wanted without spoiling me too much...it made me think that nothing was wrong, that we were okay. I guess maybe dad may have been trying to do what he could for me, to make up for the fact that he raised me all alone. And then he had the heart attack. And it wasn’t until the bills landed to me did I start wondering exactly where the money was coming from. I should have been more observant maybe, recognizing the fact that it had to be impossible that the life I lived came from the earnings from a single job. When I found myself neck deep with bills, worries about the shop, dad’s hospital bills and funeral bills...I found out where the money came from. It goes without saying that as I was incapable of paying any of the money back, the people who dad owed money to decided to take me instead. Have me work off my debt from them. I was told by a lot of people in the club that this was a common thing, and that a lot of them had ended up in the club for exactly the same reason.
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