Baby, there’s no music in here.
We’ve had two Karaoke nights, but the only good singer is Big Boy Andy from Nashville. A.D.D. Shane will entertain for hours, and does a great Michael Stipe. He sang Losing My Religion while doing drop kicks in his tiny jean shorts and ripped a testicle. Gemma called it caterwauling and left to go to the butt-hut to smoke a Marlboro Red.
Apparently there is a hook-up spot here, (not surprised, the place is full of sex addicts) a cave on the property that little wild pigs also sleep in. Fast Scooter Willy feeds the pigs Doritos. Willy scoots around and side hustles vapes and cigarettes. He looks like Ed Koch. Scooter Willy checked out today and most patients are trying to figure out who will take the smoke reins. It looks to me like it will be a tattoo- legged Brian, but my god people are worried about running out of cigarettes…
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