I was standing outside of Heaven yaking with my pal The Winger before his gig, when who should wheel up but old Sudden Death Herself. She smiled @ me. Then suddenly, briefly, she stuck herself to The Winger like a Lint Ball on Velcro. That's when I caught the first whiff of musk.
"I didn't know you two knew each other!" I exclaimed.
"We just got to know each other," The Winger ansered, while Sudden Death and I exchanged a friendly hug.
Then we watched the show, which was good, of course, because my friend The Winger is solid @ shtick.@ one point he delivered a tasty quip off the cuff- and again-something clicked.
After the performance I was hanging @ the bar playing catch up with Sudden Death when The Winger strolled up beside her with an air bespeaking not so much "possession", but that he might be renting. I got that sinking feeling. I turned to Sudden Death.
"You're a nasty little punchline, aren't you?" I hissed, pasting on my best Bette Davis Smirk.
"Don't say a word," she told The Winger, looking @ me.
Her eyes were dark pit of AMBITION & HEAT.
I could have killed her behind that recognition. She was playing it her way, which wasn't my way. That pissed me off. All this in ten seconds of 'Hi, how are you?' I could smell the interperonal dynamics from six blocks away.
SHE'D FUCKED THE WINGER!
I resonated with bullshit kept inside, a conspiracy theorist psychic by virtue of speculation & insane with faith in my own jumped-to conclusions.
I suffered an immediate attack of penis envy. As even the hardest bull dyke would. I wanted to call the Suicide Hotline and evoke keen distress for the fuck of it, but realized it was another talking scam to encourage dependence on the Telephone Conglomerates.
I tried on six different personas attempting to figure out who I was.
It turned out to be a toss-up between "Who Gives A Fuck?" and "Give Me The Gas."
I was falling through cracks in my self-sonception, stupidly romanticizing a once-requitted lust. Maybe the BUGS were dancing in my head. Again. Each time. Everytime. Like to Like & Mesmerizing.
BAD GIRLS - you've got to love them.
