I spew semiprecious stones. Let's hope I can sop up the dribble.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
When I was younger I would have recurring nightmares centered around the musical "Godspell". It was a combination of all my fears- clowns, hippies, and organized religion- molded into one psychadelic free-for-all.
Now my neurotic panic is centered around paper money. Not that its value is decreasing, but that every dollar bill has passed through at least one working girl's rhinestoned g-string.