Another day another signing. We are in the heart of the Midwest and it can be a culture shock but despite the rumors it’s never dull. I’ve been buying too many things at the sex stores. It bothers me that their selection is better than ours. Go Midwesterners.
Yesterday we got a few colorful fans if you will. There was the college drop out duo who followed us from one signing to the next and stood behind the wall and just stared. Then they tried choppy conversation and it was memorable simply because of the flair. They are the Jay and Silent Bob of Indianapolis. You could get a contact high off their breath.
Then there was the uber fan. We like them because they appreciate all the things that the rest of the population does not. We spend the money on upgraded pedicures for them. We keep our sexual fantasies consistent for them. We put in the extra energy. He bought both of the magazines I was on the cover of and he wanted polaroids of our feet, top and bottom. He already had the “Rollerdollz” special edition and he wanted the shoelace signed. He told us about nudist colonies and the sexual and non sexual ones and how he once walked in on a gang bang at a non sexual one. He told Courtney she looked like Nancy Sinatra and she smiled. He told her he once got a hooker who looked like Nancy Sinatra.
And don’t forget the night guard. Mid forties with eyes like a basset hound only one droops more than the other. Smile like a two year old who just smeared poop in the crib. He came back a few times and grinned devilishly when I caught him looking at banana hammocks. Shiny ones with extra room for the banana. He couldn’t have been over 5’10” but he was at least an XXL shirt. Later he told us he was thinking about getting into the adult industry. A lot of them are out here. Courtney wants to know what he wants to do in the industry. Stripping he says. Own a strip club? No. He wants to dance for bachelorettes at house parties. He smooths his baby soft red brown hair under his hands and stands taller. He says that’s why he’s looking at man thongs and we all smile for different reasons. He says he already wears them and Courtney unwisely pushes the issue. He pulls the waist of his jeans toward us and stretches the band of a thong away from his body. It’s black. And shiny. He’s got that look again like the two year old with poop. We can’t help but visualize the scenario when he confides that it’s break-away.
We get to the next signing early because we didn’t account for the time change. Solution: wine coolers and old rock in the bus with various media forms. I pull out a cell phone a digital camera and a camcorder and grab a few amateur updates with Courtney Cummz for our websites (www.clubkayden.com and
www.courtneycummz.com). There was a slight hiccup at the liquor store where a teenage cowboy tried to pick a fight with Tony in the cooler. We can only conclude jealousy seeing as Tony was traveling with two females and he was traveling with a pudgy dude in a cast. Tony buying liquor in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday makes his situation looks promising. Redneck buying liquor in the middle of an afternoon on a Saturday with another dude makes his situation look slightly depressing. You can see how emotions would fly.
Well folks that’s all for now they’re calling me to sign.
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You are fucking intelligent, baby girl.
Comment by William S. Borroughs — February 15, 2009 @ 10:53 pm