posted Fri, 27 May 2005
At PE this morning, Tony was hassling me – as usual – about my kabuki face sunscreen. “This is the result of the medical advice I give,” he told one of the black students. “Be careful. It’s Michael Jackson syndrome.”
When I was harassing him about a story he was telling, he told me to be quiet or he was going to yank my hat off and show my nasty hair. “I have great hair,” I told him.
Once the sun is up, I must retreat to my coffin.
“Then I will throw you in the sun,” he warned.
“I will die if you do that,” I answered.
“Tell her you’ll lock her in a tanning bed,” yelled the guy next to me.
The working life: Concealed carry
1 day ago