The stripper in my story, she goes by the name of Little Debbie Snackcakes and she works at a dump of a bar known as Crazy Carl's Classic Used C***ts. That's right and it's a terrible place, the worst clientele ever and to make matters even worse, her day goes from bad to inexplicably horrible when she returns home to her little apartment and finds that every lightbulb in the place has burned out at once. Weird right? First, she hits the switch by the door and th overhead goes flash and dark. She moves to the kitchenette, flash and dark. Then the light over the stove, the lamp in the living room, the bedroom, bedside lamp, bathroom. Every room she enters, every fucking bulb goes out - all on the same day. It's crazy, right? So she goes to the store and buys a bunch of new bulbs and brings them home. It's super dark in her apartment by then and she has to use a cigarette lighter to find the lamp, where she then switches out the bulbs. The light sort of oscillates briefly, or wavers maybe, and then there is a steady electric glow, enough light to notice that something is wrong...
That's where I lose track of the story and Little Debbie Snackcakes as well. What happens next? I wonder, What could the matter be? I sit and I think for awhile and no good answers come to me. The story is pretty much over. To be honest, it never was very much but a funny name and an improbable circumstance. No real substance at all.
So I decide to blow up the apartment - at the very moment Little Debbie screws in the last light bulb. A neighbor left the stove on for awhile and unknowing someone lit a match.
I am thinking of all the time, effort and money poor Debbie wasted on lightbulbs.