More Twists than The Twist
Hey, that's my speedo.
Not to brag, but in my day I was a muse (of sorts) to many any artist. From my high school sweetheart, Lauren Weedman, the female David Sedaris (you thought that was Amy Sedaris, but you were wrong), who used me as fodder for her off-broadway stand-up routine, to Hungarian choreographer Pal Frenak, who (true story, swear to God) dreamed up a contemporary dance piece based on an ill-fated trip to Greece we went on together five billion years ago.
He even named it after me. It has since mysteriously dropped an "n" in some iterations, but it's still a record in dance of our beastly voyage together to the very edge of insanity — his, not mine. Just keep that in mind. Because apparently, it's beingrevived.
I got second-billing on the original poster.
I like the part where he puts his foot in his mouth...
He'll burn it off.
...even though I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be me.
Man, can I pick 'em. Watch the video, if you can. I think you'll see why I ran off with that Bulgarian when we got to Super Paradise. Not everything has to be sooooooo cathartic.
eep.
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You said it, brother.
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Love will drive a man to the harshest extremes. But come on - if he was that flexible when you knew him there had to be some redeeming qualities.
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There is such a thing as TOO flexible...
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