I haven't been able to slam in years. Kids today just don't know the fun they're missing. Last night at X just may have been my last slamdance.
I think I wrote about how my friend, Marci, pushed me into a kiss with John Doe a few years back. I guess I've become a punk rock groupie. After last night's show, Billy Zoom, wandered through the crowd. I started to worship him and he grabbed me and gave me a kiss.
Solely based on their kisses, I think Billy would be better in bed than John, only because John's kiss was more of an emotional slobber (although very, very nice) and Billy's was precise and dangerous. I probably would make a pretty good punk rock groupie.
I did stand near Exene, but found myself too scared to say anything to her. She's looking more frail than ever, but that doesn't fool me. It was only a few years ago she petitioned for more child support from Viggo Mortensen. She's still a scrapper.
X has tons of dates left in this tour. Go. Slam. Have fun.
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