#029 June 1998
Hey! It’s 1998 already? Where’d the time - and my productivity -go?
And, um, yeah. The “If you let me. I’ll be your whore,” line? True story. Shouted in my ear as I sat at the bar in a lesbian club that had far too many straight guys wearing cowboy shirts and Air Jordans playing pool. I declined and didn’t bother to hide my distaste. Totally worth the over-priced soda and enduring endless Melissa Etheridge music videos on the TVs just to get that line for the comic.
Everything is material. You’ve been warned.