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By Misti Date: 2004 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.22.04.10.29830]] |
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I live in the Greyhound bus station in downtown L.A. My husband, Sweet Daddy, brings me fish tacos and discount fishnet pantyhose from the Garment District. Sometimes I have sex with grungy men fresh off the bus in the bathroom. After they cum I say,"Welcome to L.A." and walk toward the vending machines with quarters jangling in my pocket. I have a strict no pennies/dimes/nickels policy. When I'm not whoring myself for quarters or begging for cigarettes I sit in one of the plastic chairs and watch talk shows on the suspended TV. Makeovers are always interesting. I like when Oprah does nice stuff for common people who don't have mansions and money and friends like John Travolta and Tom Cruise. Sometimes I take long walks down the sidewalks of my dirty, hustling city. Crazy people make the best conversationalists."Take my picture. I just fucked Anna Nicole Smith." And there is no camera and the person with the dubious claim to fame is a five feet tall Asian transvestite who reeks of Burger King. But I am no snob. How can I be? I'm no Gwyneth Paltrow myself. I'm poor and I stink and my friends are always disappearing but I'm telling you, I own this city. This city doesn't own me. |