WWW.GDMARTIST.COM/GDM 's (Down the Rabbit Hole) A day in the life is BIZARRE AND HYSTERICAL as it tears your heart apart!!!!
The journey begins when he was removed from his home at age 15, found himself in a runaway shelter, various group homes and on the streets. Arriving in New York City in the 1980s where he was bar boy at the notorious 9th Circle Bar and at the original Uncle Charlie's! Drug Dealers, Prostitutes and Drag Queens in this tell all, line the world that taught him about life.
Two O’clock rolls
around and it is time to teach my first class. Behind the front desk is a
microphone that can be heard through the entire club. Isabelle has warned me
not to make my announcement until exactly five minutes before two.
She is teaching a
step class for beginners from one until one fifty five. I am told that she doesn't want any announcements to mess up her class and to distract her
The ages of the
women in Isabelle’s class range between sixty five and eighty five. The only
stepping they do in class is to step touch again and again in different
directions, resting for ten minutes for every five minutes of exercise. Watching
her class, I’m sure that Isabelle was quite the tomato in her time.
Its five minutes
before class. I pick up the microphone and announce “Come take step and stretch
with Geoff at two O’clock.” I can hear it booming through the club. Then I add
“It will be fun.”
Nothing happens. No
one in the club moves.
“Maybe people are
already in class waiting for you,” Rachel mumbles under her breath to me.
I walk into the
exercise studio and see that there is no one in there. The clock on the wall reads
exactly 1:59pm. I walk back to the desk and ask Rachel what to do. Rachel grabs
the microphone and announces “Only one more minute before Geoff’s class, you
want to get in there to find a space before it gets packed.”
happens and no one moves.
I see Dora
standing around the corner with her arms crossed looking at us and looking at
the clock. Suddenly she walks behind the desk and grabs the microphone from
Rachel. “To hit spit in the wind you have to catch it yourself,” she says looking
at us before bringing the microphone up to her lips.
this is Dora, of Dora Dee Figure Salons,” she shouts into the mic. “You have
exactly thirty seconds to march your fannies into the back room to take this
class.” “I want to know that my money is well spent or I’ll have to fire him”
she says. She then plunks the mic on the desk causing it to feedback.
Rachel does a
slow pan to me. Her eyes are wide open and she is shaking her head back and
forth. Dora points to me and says “Lickety Split.” She then walks back towards
The women begin
to file into the exercise room very slowly.
“At least you now
have a class,” Rachel adds.
I walk into the
room and it’s now packed with women milling, standing, sitting and literally
laying on the floor. I have to step over people to get to the front of the
“Hi everyone,” I
say. “My name’s Geoff and I,” Use the microphone someone screams from the back
of the room. I apologize, walk over and turn the mic on. “Hi everyone, my name
is,” Too Loud,” screams someone else from the back of the room.
The rest of the
class follows this pattern. The women scream out “Too fast,” Too Slow,” “Talk
Louder,” Talk Softer,” “Speed up,”and “Slow down!”
I constantly lean
over and manipulate the speed control on the cassette player. I also have a
corded microphone in my hand the whole time. Unwinding the cord with every move
becomes part of my routine. I am sweating my ass off, climbing up and over the
step, swinging the cord into the air so it doesn’t trip me up.
Several women in
the back of the class have done nothing but sit there and talk the entire time.
Every now and then one of them will do a random leg lift.
The class goes on
forever. With ten minutes left, I do a cool down. Several of the women walk out
of the room during this time.
I can see Dora
standing next to Sharon in the back of the room with her arms crossed shaking
her head. As I collect my cassette tape, more women file out. No one thanks me
for class. I am a disaster.
Dora walks past
me on her way back to the office. “Well that was one hell of a waste of time,”
she says to me as she passes.
To be continued….
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