Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Thursday, April 01, 2004
I've seen the future. And it's Muslims on rollarskates.
Saw two the other day, in the middle of the night, gliding eerily on both sides of the street in their sheaths and scarves.
It was like being in a Floria Sigismondi directed video - but less scarring.