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    Church of Hot Addiction – (Chapter: Chapter One)

     

    The other gay owners got a kick out of the name but I had a hard time selling the name to some of the local establishments. A few months of protesting ensued but the next hot topic came along and the protestors grabbed their signs and moved on.

     

    I wasn’t sure how well the club would do opening night and held my breath as I turned on the “open” sign. As I opened the doors I saw a long line of college kids and locals who had looks of excitement written all over their faces. I found out later that the other owners had advertised and promoted the opening of my club and had encouraged everyone to make it out opening night. The crowd flooded inside and the music began while everyone either came together at the dance floor or at the bar. That night was amazing and every time I see one of the other owners I always thank them for helping me get started.

     

    So here I am the owner of the Church of Hot Addiction, one of the newer hot spots for the gay community. Life seemed good although I couldn’t help but sense that something really seemed to be missing from my life.

     

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    “Carlin…I need those contracts as soon as possible.” A loud voice boomed through the mouth of the phone I had in my hand.

     

    “Yes sir. I just needed to make sure everything was correctly filled out before we had the band sign.” I said as calmly as I could to my sometimes nerve wracking boss. The man was infuriating because he would never give me enough time to do my job let alone do my job well.

     

    I grabbed the contracts from off my desk and made my way down the hall to my boss’s office. I no longer knocked since I had been working there for two years now and we really never bothered with formalities anymore. That’s what happens with this business you tend to not worry about the comfort level of others but rather just getting things out.

     

    I work for a small production company here in Austin, TX. It’s a far cry from the hot shot job I had up in Washington D.C. but after a year of dealing with greedy politicians and not being able to do anything I really wanted I decided to make a change. I could have moved back to L.A. where my family was but the city just lost its appeal once a certain brunette moved away. Ashley Davies who I still consider the love of my life.

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