Germ Town Revisited

Took a trip down to good ole Germ Town late this evening. Scary. Germies abound. They run ruthless. But I rode to the rescue of a radical dude in real-time trouble, boss. I am a champion friend. I ride the donkey of friendship like a young Indonesian farm-hand. With haste. With style. With spunk. With sass.
I'm sensitive. I will say things such as, "You reek of nasty." Or, "You smell like a turd."
And I will definitely not rub it in and say things like, "If I wouldn't have answered my telephone, you would have spent the night as the Germ Town Glory Hole."
I just have more class than that.
I will say, "Do you think you wore the same sandals as I had? Mine were brown."
Or, "When they took your mug, did you go for the Nick Nolte or the Robert Downey Jr.? I went for the Winona Ryder."
Or, "You smell like a turd."


"I got my money back in a government check,
I'm bored, can I make your life a wreck?
I got my money back in a government check,
I'm bored can I get my shit back?
People, things, and such
mostly shit that dirty peeps have touched."
--JL