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Gina Party Luggage

The SOB posts have been few and far between lately. I mean, if I tweet a few times a day, I’ve pretty much said all I have to say.

But there are still a lot of episodes that can’t be recapped in 140 characters. Take last Friday for example. Gina Party stayed at my place after a night of drinking.

“Where can I sleep that hasn’t been peed on?” she slurred.

“The ottoman,” I slurred back.

Now the ottoman is about four feet long, and I’m guessing Gina is around 5′ 8″.

But there she was the following morning – passed out on the only pure piece of fabric I own.

“I need a piece of pizza,” she said after she rolled off her throne.

“You probably worked up an appetite getting all of that rest.”

“No doubt. And I need to get home and get ready for Fast Eddie’s.”

And away she went.

My job ain’t a job. It’s a damn good time. City to city, I’m running my rhymes.