I've posted part four of my "How Your Journalism Sausage Gets Made" series. People are really enjoying it. Which is nice. They came for the strip club, they stayed for the philosophical banner.
The strip club owner spots me sitting at the bar, where I am waiting for him. I wonder if he knows it’s me because of my camera bag on the bar stool next to me, or because the door girl pointed me out to him.[Read it] (Video via Tits and Sass)
I stand up and shake his hand. I’m 6′1″. He is considerably shorter than me. I wonder if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.