Evenin fine gents and lovely ladies. So, about eleven years ago I broke my foot. I was wearing platform shoes in the dark story of my life. I was at some party in a field and my best friend had to pee and didnt want to venture off into the woods alone so I went with her, stepped in a hole so deep it might have been a shallow grave, and twisted my foot so bad it turned black over the next two weeks. The cool thing was the night I broke my foot this really hot boy gave me a piggy back ride to his truck. He placed me in the back and asked me if I was okay and brought me a pack of ice. I wished he would have taken advantage of my crippled ways under the moonlight as a slight scent of cow manure drifted by us but oh, well, what can ya do?
Anyway, the point to that little story there was that tonight my foot hurts where I broke it so long ago. It hurts in the same spot from time to time. Will it always hurt? I wonder.
Whats everyones opinion on the upcoming film by Gus Van Sant, Last Days, about Kurt Cobain. Michael Pitt is hot but he doesnt look like beautiful, beautiful Kurt. What do you guys think?
so today I applied for this gig on a radio show. Wish me luck. I sent in a writing sample from a column I wrote for a magazine a while back about my homeless days in the windy city. Heres a bit from it. Its not fiction. Yes it is.
p.s. hey, Saya, I cant wait until next Wednesday!!! When I pick you up at the airport!!
Undecided Virgin Times
A line of raver kids circled the corner of State Street waiting to get in Alfonsos party where all the action was. I was just looking for a place to crash. That pigeonhole of a dump me and Jack squatted at over in Wicker Park had burned down. Jack was keeping a low profile because he started the fire and was afraid hed get ratted out. I was on my own tonight. I was also trying to lay low because the shady prick who lived at the place that got roasted might be looking for me, too. Jack and I were like the Sid and Nancy of the scene. It was okay here, though, because ravers and gutter punks didnt mix. I wore my dumb fury juvenile backpack and glitter so I fit right in. I saw Elli and her stepsisters walking down State Street. I had dated them all. I stole a ring from Ellis dresser to pawn and ever since all three of them had it out for me. This was another reason I came in disguise. I knew theyd be here. They were rave rag dolls. They went to all the underground warehouse parties. Last week one of them made out with Towa Tei. Next I saw Michelle, Alfonsos roommate. She was a model, very Twiggy-like. Last time I was at one of these parties, she was messed up on drugs and tried to rape me with her knee. She was so skinny it almost worked. I didnt want to ever see her again, but I didnt have many options. It was either this or hang out in Boys Town and right now that was too risky.
Jacks street name was Copper when he hooked. We always met up at Melrose half an hour before dawn when we were hiding out. That was tonights plan. It was where we first met. I was with my friend, Sandy. We had spent the earlier part of the day in a shabby bar bathroom shaving her head to get rid of her lice. She was miserable with her purple locks gone. Shed been crying in every public place we killed time at. I wanted to get away from her. Thats when I saw Jack a.k.a. Copper walk into the diner. Fine as a new dime, I muttered. He was tall, skinny, in black leather pants and a tight black shirt. It was easy to tell he was a whore. The waiter passed Copper a scandalous grin before zipping off to his next table. Copper glanced over at me and smiled. His smile was crooked. He oozed bad boy bravado. He headed toward my table. A piece of paper fell from his hand like shredded confetti. I read it immediately: Ive seen you around, been wanting you. Ambassador Hotel? Ten oclock? Tomorrow night? I looked at him as he headed towards the mens room. He looked back at me and I silently mouthed the word, Yes.
Anyway, the point to that little story there was that tonight my foot hurts where I broke it so long ago. It hurts in the same spot from time to time. Will it always hurt? I wonder.
Whats everyones opinion on the upcoming film by Gus Van Sant, Last Days, about Kurt Cobain. Michael Pitt is hot but he doesnt look like beautiful, beautiful Kurt. What do you guys think?
so today I applied for this gig on a radio show. Wish me luck. I sent in a writing sample from a column I wrote for a magazine a while back about my homeless days in the windy city. Heres a bit from it. Its not fiction. Yes it is.
p.s. hey, Saya, I cant wait until next Wednesday!!! When I pick you up at the airport!!
Undecided Virgin Times
A line of raver kids circled the corner of State Street waiting to get in Alfonsos party where all the action was. I was just looking for a place to crash. That pigeonhole of a dump me and Jack squatted at over in Wicker Park had burned down. Jack was keeping a low profile because he started the fire and was afraid hed get ratted out. I was on my own tonight. I was also trying to lay low because the shady prick who lived at the place that got roasted might be looking for me, too. Jack and I were like the Sid and Nancy of the scene. It was okay here, though, because ravers and gutter punks didnt mix. I wore my dumb fury juvenile backpack and glitter so I fit right in. I saw Elli and her stepsisters walking down State Street. I had dated them all. I stole a ring from Ellis dresser to pawn and ever since all three of them had it out for me. This was another reason I came in disguise. I knew theyd be here. They were rave rag dolls. They went to all the underground warehouse parties. Last week one of them made out with Towa Tei. Next I saw Michelle, Alfonsos roommate. She was a model, very Twiggy-like. Last time I was at one of these parties, she was messed up on drugs and tried to rape me with her knee. She was so skinny it almost worked. I didnt want to ever see her again, but I didnt have many options. It was either this or hang out in Boys Town and right now that was too risky.
Jacks street name was Copper when he hooked. We always met up at Melrose half an hour before dawn when we were hiding out. That was tonights plan. It was where we first met. I was with my friend, Sandy. We had spent the earlier part of the day in a shabby bar bathroom shaving her head to get rid of her lice. She was miserable with her purple locks gone. Shed been crying in every public place we killed time at. I wanted to get away from her. Thats when I saw Jack a.k.a. Copper walk into the diner. Fine as a new dime, I muttered. He was tall, skinny, in black leather pants and a tight black shirt. It was easy to tell he was a whore. The waiter passed Copper a scandalous grin before zipping off to his next table. Copper glanced over at me and smiled. His smile was crooked. He oozed bad boy bravado. He headed toward my table. A piece of paper fell from his hand like shredded confetti. I read it immediately: Ive seen you around, been wanting you. Ambassador Hotel? Ten oclock? Tomorrow night? I looked at him as he headed towards the mens room. He looked back at me and I silently mouthed the word, Yes.
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But no, not as handsome as Kurt was.