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So, I'm driving down the 101 today, and I get off, eastbound, at Van Nuys Blvd., and down at the bottom of the exit ramp are two guys whom I assume were panhandling, since that seems to be a popular spot for it. It's also the same place where the guy flashed me the Have a nice day beautiful lady sign. They were not that guy, however. The one facing away from me to the southbound Van Nuys traffic was all in black, with a ripped up looking shirt and a black duffel bag at his feet that looked like it had some kind of silvery spiderweb design on it. He looked a little like Alice Cooper, from his build and outfit. But what caught my attention was the guy facing my side of the intersection, who was kinda jiggling around a little, doin' a little sort of shooby dance with his hips (I think it was the Time Warp). He was wearing a little white middy t-shirt that showed really too much of his belly (no guy should ever wear a shirt like that, straight, gay, or anything) short white shorts with a red scarf tied around his waist, running shoes with like mid-shin athletic socks, he had shortish, very curly red-brown hair, perhaps some lipstick (it was hard to tell, since he was jiggly and all, and I was driving past), grinning from ear to ear, and holding up a manilla envelope on which had been lettered in all caps, "I'm just a sweet transvestite from transexual Transylvania." I laughed, people. I laughed my butt off. I laughed all the way to my doctor's office. In fact, I called my friend Charli, who moved out of state back in November, and I told HER about it, and we *both* laughed. I'm tellin' ya, there are moments when it's almost worth it to live in LA. Almost. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
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