i wrote out my rent check and i have four whole dollars in my bank account. i’ve been broke for so long its turned into gangrene and they’ll have to amputate because the depth of this infection takes over everything even if there was a slight chance the wholes will heal. everything i had has shattered into a million pieces and whatever was priceless has been buried underneath a pile of needles.

free spirit costs a pretty penny. one out of seven of these accomplishments i claim had nothing to do with me. the reason why my name is attached to them comes directly from some random connection. the most valuable lesson i’ve learned is to keep the right people a far cry from the ones who pretend to have compassion. does anyone who claims i give too much away count for anything anyway??? they’re the one’s who will come running the next time i spiral into the depths of my disposition, maybe. they’re the ones who will sit at home catching up on tivo wondering why the fuck service is expensive.

we were up on the balcony to the left of the stage when i looked up at the ceiling and saw flames. i tapped jess on the shoulder, pointed up and she said that has to be some kind of effect. this was 2 seconds prior to four police men running past us to gain access to the roof. it was on fire and it was only the third song which sucks because i figured they were going to kick us all out. i’m thinking how the fuck can webster hall be on fire, is this for real? by then we could smell smoke so i take jess by the arm forget my jacket and get down to the lower level as fast as we can. the kills and the rest of the crowd was clueless until security came on stage, took vv’s microphone mid verse and said okay stop drop and roll to your closest exit people.

luckily nobody was injured and the firefighters determined it was only a small electrical fire. they opened the doors back up and the kills got to finish the show while kate moss watched the back of vv and hotel from the lime light on stage right. we slipped past the vip guard during the encore and mingled with all of them after the show. moss was drunk and the only one allowed to smoke cigarettes on the floor because i guess when you’re beautiful you’re privileged too so rules don’t apply to you.

what an interesting night this turned out to be.