Another Rock Star?
I was thirty-six and in an off-and-on-again thing with a hot young musician, the bass player for a British acid-rock band. While on holiday in London, he ran into an old girlfriend and a month later, she squeals to the press that she’s pregnant with his kid. Well. Feeling betrayed, I reacted. The lead singer had been throwing signals my way for months so one night I let him sing me right out of my panties. And when the bass player found out, he lost his mind. He and the lead singer started going at it every day during rehearsals until finally losing it completely, they kicked the shit out of each other on stage, in Chicago, in front of 15,000 fans. The band called it quits that night. Yeah. I Yoko’d them good. A week-long gig in Nairobi was my ticket out and I bounced the next morning at 6am. See ya!