Last night's Kid Dervin show went down a storm. I love/hate it when the blackout catches you out, your head still full of ideas and initiations, b'c it typically signifies a good show. Plus, I got a chance to propogate my favorite anti-feminist myth: women's vaginas are pared down Sarlacc pits.
Also, I saw that pedo on the train again this morning. The "candy day" guy. He was alone, but he did look up from his NY Post when a gaggle of six year olds on a field trip boarded our carriage.
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