August 2005 on the Biz
Month: August 2005
“MTV Makes me Want to Smoke Crack, Fly Out the Window and I’m Never Coming Back…Awww, Get That Squeegee”
Life begins to wear me down when it consists of a different man, old enough to be my dad, aggressively throwing himself at me night after night. None of these oldtimers take no for an answer, nevermind hints, and need to be told, "Fuck off," to disappear, more times than Beetlejuice needs his name to… Continue reading “MTV Makes me Want to Smoke Crack, Fly Out the Window and I’m Never Coming Back…Awww, Get That Squeegee”
Stalker A Meet Stalker B
The oily, musky scent that 500 LB men percieve to smell as they watch me bus, hustle, and serve at the Scrod Hut, that makes their mouths water because they want to eat me, has reappeared at the raw bar, but rather in the noses of psychotic stalkers. A week or two ago I told… Continue reading Stalker A Meet Stalker B