I wanted to show people my nipples. It was kinda a proof of concept, but it failed.
It was around that time that I learned that, while on stage performing, I could lift my shirt and show my nipples and women would follow suit.
So, I cut the nipples out of my shirt. Alas, none of the ladies at the shoe shop showed me their nipples - though I'd still see some of them but not in that setting.
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I would think the women in that shoe store who saw you with nipple holes in your shirt thought you were retarded
Oh, no... No, they all knew me by then.
I'd come to work in outlandish clothing, get shitfaced on the job, sing over the intercom, etc...
They were well aware of who I was by that point. It wasn't a store, we made shoes there. I made women's high heeled shoes. I was good at it, 'cause I can follow directions. So, I was kinda important. I was a 'utility' worker, that worked in whatever department needed me. I didn't work in stitching, 'cause that takes too long to train properly.
I'd come to work with various hair styles or colors. (I was a performing musician at the time, in a few bands 'cause I really needed the money.)
I'd work on some pretty dangerous equipment, like eat-your-hand dangerous. More than once, I went to work while tripping sack. Yeah...
So, suffice to say, they already knew I was retarded!
LoL Well having you work there sure broke up the monotony of the day to day life in manufacturing
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