Friday, August 23, 2002

One fast, overwhelming memory I have of Ditty is at the Down Home when the Nightmares were playing. I hadn't known Ditty long; it was really crowded and hot, might have been the summer of '89. Some drunken hombre had been rubbing himself suggestively against Ditty's backside for almost an entire set of songs, under the guise of "dancing." When at last she'd had entirely too much of him, she turned around and VERY SWEETLY announced, "If you prod me one more time with your penis, I'm going to tear it off and feed it to you." He suddenly remembered something very urgent he had to go do, and was not seen again that night, nor do I think ever.

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