“He walked up to me and he asked my if I wanted to dance
He looked kinda nice, and so I said I might take a chance”
So, I made mention to leaving my identity under John’s throne. I
actually left my purse, with all my ID, bus tickets, and lucky tokens
(some of them of sentimental value), lying backstage under his chair.
I woke up to a note first thing Sunday morning telling me where to
pick them up, along with a package for me. Mans last show and he
remembers MY purse.
After much finagling at Kathedral tonite, one of the punks managed to
find my things. My purse, totally intact, including the last penny,
and a small box, with my name on it.
I nearly cried when I opened the lid and the red velvet peeked through.
John’s Wonder Woman dress from Shwatarded. The man gave me a piece of
his wardrobe.
I’ve been fondling it ever since….
Wow.
I f*&%k’d John Tard….
and all I got was this dress!!!!!