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Pagans Prostitutes Seedy Bars and Sleepless Nights

3 comments | 6.04.2006

Sometimes you avoid the easy way out simply because it’s the easy way out. And you go exploring past the no trespassing signs, hoping not to step in a bear trap.

Saw Dave Kinsey at Art Prostitute. Got lost amidst the fog of pretentiousness. And wound up conversing in rhymes with a Boston poet, neo-pagan, lesbian in a hairy man’s body, dancer extraordanaire, autistic. This guy could rhyme faster than I could think. So it wasn’t so much a conversation as me listening to him rhyme incoherently. Then he paused “Do you have a cig? Are you clean? You don’t smoke do you? You’re gay aren’t you? You’re one of those clean gay non-smokers aren’t you?” This made Christina laugh. “You’re half right, I don’t smoke.” Interesting guy. Could have had an interesting conversation I think if he would have shut up for a minute. I found myself desparately looking for a diversion. Some reason to walk over there. Nothing, no reason to do anything. He turned a way, distracted like a fly in a roomful of lights. And I made my escape.

I saw the proposition last night with Jay and his friend Jimmie (after everyone else bailed, and I determined to go on my own anyway). Interesting movie. Yes. Great concept. Great environment. Could have been a lot tighter I think. If it was a steak. It would be juicy, but small and grisly. I really liked Guy Pearce’s character, but he could have been fleshed out a lot more. I wanted to feel his torment the way he made you feel the boot heel crush the jaw bone.

After the movie, Jay said I could stay at his place and we went out for a drink. Let it be known that I don’t much care for going out for drinks. But he was buying. So I had a beer and got out of everyone’s way as fast as I could.

We got back to his place at 3:30. I looked around his Deep Ellum loft and laughed. “You don’t have any furniture.” And the floors were concrete. “You can sleep on that thing,” he pointed to a blue beach cot and handed me a blanket. I clicked the leg piece down a notch, curled up using my T shirt for a pillow, and fell asleep.

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