The Death March Continues

I had 2 shows today. At the first one, a brand new account, I met a man who knew my ex father-in-law. I say knew because it turns out a few months ago, Chuck died of a terminal illness. For the first time in years, I feel sort of bad for my ex. He loved his father. I don't think he loved anybody else at that time in his life, certainly not me. I liked Chuck, a lot. He was the only one in the family who was nice to me.

Because of the first show being so long, I was only at the Playpen for 2 hours. In that time, thhe very first person I talked to was a day trader who had lost $70,000 that week. The last was a man who had come from the funeral of his friend and co-worker, who had committed suicide.

Sometimes, I wonder if this job is worth the emotional wear and tear. Sigh . . . .