While de-rigging after my DJ set last night a rather strange grinning couple hovered and then approached me. We shook hands but the man didnt let go and held on as if for dear life. *cue unnerving Lynchian soundtrack* Cunt-cheetah? the wide-eyed woman asked in a thick accent. Huh!? Cunt-cheetah Cunt-cheetah Cunt-cheetah she repeated as if reciting a spell before finally elaborating Singer..Lady.. wid.. Beard ...Oh uh..right n..not.. YOU ARE LIKE HER.. YESssssssss All the while the mans hand is slowly working up my arm, caressing it with such force and intent, as if his thumb was working a small ball-bearing from my fingertips up through my veins. I look for an out, see someone leaving and take a step to say goodbye to them, they follow, my arm still attached to this strange hand molester. Hes now above the elbow..kneading away towards my armpit. I go to pull my arm away and he comes with it as if ive invited him to slow dance waaayy into my personal space. The wife still grinning away like the cheshire cat on prozac. I took advantage of a distraction and made a dash for sanctuary....have they gone yet?
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 15:03:23 +0000
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