Rose and I are starting a club called the Metro Detroit Nipples. (if you have but one, you're out)
This is an adventure in the ghetto story.
Responding to a call from my brother early saturday morning, I accompanied him on a trip to Detroit for one of those mass-audition-interview things for a job with MTV. Now this wasn't down-by-the-riverfront, go see a concert detroit, it was in the midst of the ghetto, next door to a crack house detroit. And because my brother refused to bing direction, we naturally got incredibly lost. During our exploration of Detroit, we came upon the most shocking site of all. amongst all the run down houses, and backalleyways on the back roads, there is a clean little brick building, so eloquently titled THE DETROIT NIPPLE WORKS. whorehouse what?
anyway as it turns out, i got asked back for a second interview (sweeeeeeet) and my brother didn't
so rose and i made our way out to detroit today, where we met an incredibly obnoxoius hard rock cafe aficionada (apparently detroits is subpar _but we made our way over there anyway. mmmm delicious) and regalled in her travels to honalulu, LA, and orlando in order to rock out to hard rock (come on -she didnt even make it to tokyo or london- i smell a rat) also, we broke many traffic rules, found drugs under our car, parked next to a car that wws protected with THE CLUB, and admired windsor from afar. and we found a popeyes (best chicken in the world)
Responding to a call from my brother early saturday morning, I accompanied him on a trip to Detroit for one of those mass-audition-interview things for a job with MTV. Now this wasn't down-by-the-riverfront, go see a concert detroit, it was in the midst of the ghetto, next door to a crack house detroit. And because my brother refused to bing direction, we naturally got incredibly lost. During our exploration of Detroit, we came upon the most shocking site of all. amongst all the run down houses, and backalleyways on the back roads, there is a clean little brick building, so eloquently titled THE DETROIT NIPPLE WORKS. whorehouse what?
anyway as it turns out, i got asked back for a second interview (sweeeeeeet) and my brother didn't
so rose and i made our way out to detroit today, where we met an incredibly obnoxoius hard rock cafe aficionada (apparently detroits is subpar _but we made our way over there anyway. mmmm delicious) and regalled in her travels to honalulu, LA, and orlando in order to rock out to hard rock (come on -she didnt even make it to tokyo or london- i smell a rat) also, we broke many traffic rules, found drugs under our car, parked next to a car that wws protected with THE CLUB, and admired windsor from afar. and we found a popeyes (best chicken in the world)