I guess an explanation would be a good place to start. I’m not a rockstar, but I’m every rockstar’s dream come true…I am— was— a desperate hooker. I was pathetic. I couldn’t compete with all the nice L.A. ladies that surrounded me. Los Angeles is not a good place to hook, especially if you’re barely legal and not in the least bit endowed. So I lived on what I could scrounge and the feeble business I could get.
But I loved music. I stood in the alleyways of clubs I could never get into and listened to the blaring speakers. I watched the beautiful people going to and from their shows and knew that SOMEDAY I would know them, I just didn’t know how.
And then there he was. In an alleyway. I don’t know why, but I slinked up to him, him of all people, and told him he looked lonely.