My heroes had the heart to live their lives out on a limb /
And all I remember is thinking, I wanna be like them
"crazy" by gnarls barkley
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I've told the story many times, but it's one of my favorites: I was actually kissed on the mouth by Edith Massey---who was wearing a rainbow-striped afro wig at the time---while I was tripping on acid. I kid you not.
ReplyDeleteI am stunned with the glam life you've lived. Just stunned. You've told that story many times? Honey, I'd have it tattooed on my forehead.
ReplyDeleteI also had my ass grabbed by Divine, but fortunately that was on a different night!
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