"I was unloading clothes and boxes at K-Mart," Colt said in a 2004 interview. "Not the really heavy stuff. I loved doing it. But, the waiters at El Chico's, most of whom were gay, would tell me all the time, 'Girl, with your body you need to be a dancer.' They got me drunk on beer, took me to a gay bar and I danced for women. I figured, because they had the same things I did, it was okay. I was very shy then.
"I was drunk. The girls went crazy, too. My friends told me I was passing up $20 bills because I was too drunk to see them. The little black deejay was a girl, and when one of my pasties broke off, she almost broke her neck getting over that deejay booth to run on stage and help me get the pasty back on. Then, she cornered me in the dressing room after the show to try and make out with me. Four months later, some friends had a travelling show, and I tried it and have been dancing ever since then."
