the other night my sweet drughound friend took me by the hand and escorted me into the box.
i spent a long time doing my lipgloss in the mirror while she was doing who knows what.
Here’s an image from the New York Times. The shows were strange and scandalous.
I felt like I was at the moulin rouge. Locked eyes with art superstar Terence Koh. I went home when a fat guy tried to make me dance beegees with him.