a few years back I hooked into
this superfine intellectual
bitch there at Beyond Baroque
waiting for Viggo Mortensen to
show up and read some real
poetry and I ended up moving in
with her for two months of
complete bullshit always having
to hear her talk about blowing
the janitor at Planet Hollywood
and you know that was the
real one in Hollywood before
they closed it down and I was
a waitress there when Tommy
Lee gave me his phone number
once and blah blah blah but besides
sucking righteous dick there
wasn't really anything intellectual
about her so I got damn lucky scoring
a job painting Ed Ruscha's bathroom
walls and getting the hell out of
Dodge back to Oregon where every
motherfucker with legs is stupid