no one puts baby in a corner
the other night, an ex-coworker and i had some laughs and some beers at her place just a few hours after her last days of employment at our old place of work. the last time we went out, it was in pasadena and i got so drunk that i woke the next morning in her bed to a phone call from my stylist who was informing me that i was supposed to be in brentwood 30 minutes prior (which is an hour from pasadena.) this time, i fared much better. i think i owe it all to baby, her meth addict roommate, the bald one pictured below whispering into ivy’s ear, who berated me into staying sober and driving home…
