Art School Sluts

I ::heart:: Eon McKai. And not just because I was once an art school slut myself.

What else are you supposed to do in a town full of bars and devoid of bookstores?

"Hey, mind if I stop by after class and pick up that Spray Fix?" Wink.

Admittedly some of this was born from necessity: I lived in a house that had no heat, and it was cold, so cold during wintertime. The problem is that art school boys are so sensiteeev. I'd find myself running into them another time at the bar, and they'd take me aside and tell me, plaintively, "I thought we had something special."

It was like This Is Your Life. Sans golden curtains.