Chapter 22 — The Family Drama Never Ends, An excerpt from the book The Life of A Jewish Stripper, A Memoir
Well, here we are four years or to be exact almost four and a half years later, and I’m still working on this book. I just didn’t know if continuing it would matter. Does my story matter. Is it interesting to people beyond the sex, drugs and stripping? So much has happened in four years in my life and around the world. We’re now in a post October7th world and people haven’t changed at all. The world is still an Anti-Semitic shit hole, and I’ll comment on that in another chapter.
The more I write the more I remember things from the past that influenced me as a person. The more I write the more memories flood back and people who I left out of the book. Maybe it’s because they weren’t so important when I think about it. Have I left out every single guy I’ve ever dated or slept with?
Yes. Because in truth, they just weren’t that important or interesting. Because I realized I have a pattern of throwing caution to the wind and ending up with the same type of guy every time. When I read what I’ve written so far, I realize I’ve left out A LOT. I mean who cares about some guy from New Jersey who was a total jerk to me. He was a computer geek, but he turned out to be like every guy I’ve ever been with. He said so many cruel things, acted so cold and harsh. What’s his name? Who cares?! It doesn’t even matter anymore.