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Looking For Love In All the Wrong Places
Bars and whorehouses are not where you’ll find true love
It wasn’t an earth-shattering event or anything like that…but the day I got hired at Action Magazine was one that changed my life significantly. First, it transformed me from a freelance cabby/writer with no fixed schedule to an employee with specific responsibilities and fairly structured time parameters.
And while I did drive the occasional 12-hour (or 18 hour on Sunday) taxi shift for 3 more years, my work focus prioritized my job for the magazine — and “drove” my other line of work into the background.
If you think you get laid a lot as a result of driving a taxi, I got news. You don’t.
Or I didn’t. Yes, there were a few opportunities. But I was more about making money than socializing once I’d paid the 12 hour lease. So I passed in favor of turning a buck rather than carpe diem on the sex front. And as that was my main line of work, I had to find some other way to meet women.
The most expeditious manner in which to accomplish that mission was frequenting any number of bars in my neighborhood. There was King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, the Village Idiot, Downtown Beirut, Doc Holliday’s, The Aztec and several other legendary East…
