Love had mastered everything there was to master about square dancing and Southern jigging and had even learnt some Russian Cossack steps like the ones Fonzie does in the Wheezer videoclip and also some amazing breakdancing head-spinning moves.... it was amazing -- after 2 weeks she had become a professional dancer, she had no idea she had it in her -- as the necessity had never really arisen........ she was even able to incorporate all three dance styles into her routines and had also mastered singing a number of Southern songs and had even mastered a great southern accent modeled on the denizens of Georgia.....
Omar's first two wives who at first had been helping her had to leave as a number of disadvantaged Afghani women all over Afghanistan from Pashtun, Tajiki, Uzbeki, etc origin, cricket players and non cricket players alike, had all started turning into giant ants like Kadeetha --- and getting BIGGER --- Kadeetha now measured at least 20 metres in length and was capable of killing a score of people by merely squirting poison from the glands in her back ---- many other women in Afghanistan were inexplicably going down the same path.....
with so much freedom at hand and such a nice air-conditioned home to kick it in -- there was nothing for Love to do but shoot up some more heroine and connect to the internet and her pet project: tracking LA radio announcer Dennis Miller (also from Fox news channel) -- she had previously hired a handful of private investigators to follow him and film him from a distance as a pet form of entertainment, she liked to see what he did with his life ... her career had been dying down of late and there wasn't much singing left for her to do -- so she liked to just watch 'miller channel' as she called it.....
she logged in to an encrypted site where her private investigators were constantly uploading live-feed of Miller the radio announcer ---- right now he was driving in LA down Sepulveda --- captioning at the bottom of the screen indicated Miller was on the way to Gym Morrison on Thurman Avenue near Santa Monica and Culver City -- Miller's regular gym where he went and did no exercise, instead drinking Miller beer at the little bar within......
Love was delighted to see Miller wearing a T-Shirt depicting an image of the poor ex-KGB russian spy that was unfortunately poisoned with radio-active tea in London - there was a caption above the ex-spy on his deathbed that read: 'got milk?' and Miller was listening to his car radio and singing along to it, interspersed with conversation over his hands-free car phone......... currently Miller was listening to Nina Gordon's cover of NWA's Straight outta compton:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NG2EGOB9-lc
the conversation apparently was with his mother: yeah mom, i'm just on my way to the gym --- i just flew back into LA today on a private jet -- some people in Nova Scotia Canada invited me over there to spruce things up at a cotton seminar.... yeah mom, i can wait, take the call
'ain't no tellin' when i'm down for a jack move, here's a murder rap, to keep you dancing...' sang Miller while he waited for his mother to take another call on call waiting....
Love loved watching his shennanigans....... the plunger in her syringe depressed deeper and deeper until hitting its threshold....... heroine flooded her veins...... she became very very itchy........
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