Killers Fan

I slipped out of the concert/video a little early because I saw the danger in getting too, too involved. How wonderful and exciting they are! At the height of the concert fireworks started to go off and I ran like a child to a railing and saw a barge off the coastline firing them off; I love shit like that. I stopped back at The Palace (hey, it's next door) and started talking to a really cute guy. He had a rather severe ghetto hair cut, beautiful brown eyes and mulatto skin. Holy nightstick, Batman, he is a cop from New Jersey! Jerry told me he visits often and is addicted to The Palace; I hated to tear myself away, but needed to get home. We agreed that The Palace is the "beat" of all gay cops and Susie, the bartender tonight, told me he was one of her best customers. I am not there late at night, so I miss things like this. Fortunately, Jerry doesn't read Ed Grow so he thought my outfit stunning. Snap this, Ed!