It's taken me a while to catch up to my mail. Believe it or not, I read every little word of your fabulous hand-written mash notes. And I've tallied up my findings thus:
YOU LIKE ME! YOU REALLY LIKE ME!
Some excerpts: Dennis from Laguna Beach attended the DARK HORSE toga party and wanted to know if I was the "old guy" standing by the ice sculpture, breathing so heavy he melted the fig leaf.
Dear Dennis, It's not very respectful to address your better's as "old guys."
Erik from Boy's Town says that he wants more dish on movie stars and other celebs.
Dear Erik, Check out the end of the column. Your wish is my command.
Stefan, also from West LA, said that he wanted to meet me next time he was in the City of Angels. As I am known to mention occasionally, the coffee house that I call home is Mocha Daze. We're open early-5:30! and close late-11:00! I'm here most of the time- Come by and we'll chat while I steam some milk for your au lait.
ITEM: What blonde Top Ten siren was showing off her labial piercings at the recent opening of Pussy Galore's to anybody in the crowd who wanted a peek?
Ouch!
ITEM: What local collage artist, best known for paying homeless people minimum wage to put together his art pieces, was so desperate for pharma- ceuticals the other night, he offered to GIVE his drug dealer a painting if he'd just loan him a fix?
My advice? If grunge boy wants to borrow drugs from you, make sure you get a signed piece of art from him first. If he continues in this vein (so to speak), it's going to be worth something very soon!
T.T.F.N.!
H
