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Q: Can ANYTHING be a drug?
A. I think so.
For months, I was obsessed with the Shangri-Las. I spent a portion of every day slack-jawed and ecstatic, headphones in ears.
Mr. B-A-D
I haven’t been following the Phil Spector trial, which is weird, because I am usually completely riveted by a sordid dark-side-of-Hollywood tale. Dissipated celebrities, creepy mansions, curdled genius, crushed dreams, guns. Sunset Boulevard, duh!
The slideshow of the crazy motherfucker’s hair over the years in Sunday Styles struck me as a crass trivialization of a Serious […]
Feathers
Scene: the Bedford L platform, where Pistol is waiting for the train, wearing her fucking adorable fur hat that snaps at the chin, and listening to one of the more bizarre Shangri-Las songs on her zPod. (Pistol has been kind of obsessed with the Shangri-Las since Saturday, when the always-welcome “Give Him a Great […]
Read this entry >>And then, a miracle
The other day at work, one of my charges, a three-year-old with an intelligent little weasel face, gazed up at me and said, dreamily, “Ms. Whip, where did you come from?”
And I was like, “God sent me so that you might have eternal life.”
J/k. Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer her. […]
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