Story One: Second night in New York. Halloween. Running around screaming Limp Bizkit’s version of “Faith.” Relatively waisted. Arrive at Franny’s haus somewhere I still to this day can not recall. Walk in and find a place to sit. No one looks familiar. Get stopped in this odd railroad apartment by a young woman wearing nothing but dirty underwear and a tank top to match. She sits down awkwardly spreading her legs. She obviously wants me to see her pubic hair. Jessica’s holding my hand. This girl wants us to be in her new film she’s working on. She tells us we’d be perfect for the main role. This femme surfer back in the 60′s who shows up all the boys. She kept repeating this. Maybe there wasn’t really anything else to the story. I’m kinda fixated on this creature as she slurs her words. I like the way she articulates things. Jessica’s gone. A deep feeling of darkness comes over me. I know something bad is going to happen. She’s holding my hand. The girl. This girl I don’t know in front of me. I start to look uncomfortable. I know she sees it in my posture. She then grabs my hand tighter, tugging at my fragile skin. She has me, my nimble, drunk legs trying to fight her off. My hand on the upper part of her chest trying not to fall onto the bed she most desperately wants me on. She then screams “FUCK ME I’M GG ALLIN, BITCH!” I ran like the house was on fire. A woman hasn’t made me feel that way since haha.
