Walking through the streets of a music town had a different reaction than what I was expecting.
Some people came at me after watching me hobble in my mom's skewered pink shoes, arm in a cast, and puffy face. They asked if I was someone famous. I said I was in the papers recently. We took pictures.
Ah, to be unique-looking and get attraction for not having any talent...hmm
Even though the night had not started yet, I passed by this club where everyone was dancing some sensual stuff. I hadn't seen anything like it. I figured I'd go in to see what the hullabaloo was.
No bouncer at the door? No problem.