Bottoms Up

November, 1991

For a brief period--sometime between graduate school and the rest of my life--I lived next door to two strippers. Which wasn't what they told me at first."Cocktail waitresses," said one."An unbelievable drag," said the other. "You have no idea."I met them outside my apartment about a week or two after I moved in: a pair of rent-sharing women in their mid-20s, both blonde but otherwise incongruous."I'm sure it's not so bad," I told them, as if I knew what I...