check this out. it's so disgusting, I am ready to spit twice and cry. tonight I went to pick up some scrips for jewboy. when I got to my car, it wouldn't start. I drive a vinty car. surprised? I love it. it has big sentimental value. I was parked in a parking lot in west hollywood between la cienega and robertson. it's a fab gay naybahood, completely safe. there were several cars coming and going, so I took out my jumper cables and began the hock. to sweet meat with grrroovy specs, my battery died, would you mind giving me a jump? I have cables. um. well, like this is a new car and I don't even know how to open the thing . (me, bewildered, but unfettered because there are so many cars, says) um, ok. thanks anyway. I gave the same shpiel to a seemingly happy-go-lucky redheaded girl and she said, no . (me, wide-eyed surprise) no ? oohhkay. to a group of well groomed, toned queens pouring out of a brand new mercedes, I mixed it up a bit and went with a jewey approach. h...
