Having never started a club before, more than half of me — the paranoid Scorpio side — wanted to just keep the whole thing basically a secret, in case it failed. But of course, how can you get people to join something if it’s secret? How can a secret organization put on public shows?
I plan to be a nightmarish Stage Uncle to both KP’s Luke aka Li’l Dub and to my real nephew, MC Shrake. Kids + talent = money. Let’s get ‘em onstage sooner rather than later. And I’m keeping 20% of the $.
One August day her 8-year-old son Alexandre pointed at me and said, “Pédé.” I asked his older female cousin Anne what that meant and she acted out a limp-wristed sissy walk. Oh, that again.
I cringed along with the rest of you during the holidays when Tareq and Michaele Salahi got busted for crashing a state dinner President Obama held for the prime minister of India. But for me it was personal. As the pictures of the outlaw couple posing proudly for pictures at the White House flickered across CNN, I said to myself, “Oh, man. The jig is up.”
I stun panhandlers who ask me for money by shushing them, my forefinger placed vertically in front of my mouth: “Shhhhh!” They stay stunned long enough for me to get away down the street without enduring further harassment.
Read South Philly: Women \ South Philly: The Italian Market NOTE: I don’t want to make fun of the denizens of South Philly in these stories. So if it seems like that’s what I’m doing, you must be bad at reading, because I just told you the score, i.e., no. In this one you might [...]
Read South Philly: Some Comedy \ South Philly: Women Tediously, everything in Philadelphia is reputed to be the oldest/first/original specimen of its genus in America.* First hospital, first zoo, first liberty bell, first beer distillery, first raising of the middle finger. Often (OK, always) these firsts come with some conditions: First university! (Well, okay, the [...]
