After I step around a drunk and I meet two lovely hookers looking for a date. Hookers don't care that you tell them you're gay, it doesn't even slow them down. Strange enough, it’s the middle of Jay street that you need to really look out for. Imagine walking on a paint strip sample, except that the shades get scarier in one direction.
Right now on the other side of this door, I am crawling around on my hands and knees trying to get away from Bill M. and trying to get out.
I have to thank god for Horror Movies because they have taught me the survival skills I now have. Even though several skills are useless like screaming and running in heels. I quickly adopt the language I see when you are dealing with a lunatic on the screen. I began to talk in a soothing voice, saying things like “I understand, it’s a terrible thing that they are doing.”