sistervanian

Imagine you've been my friend since 1994.
We worked at the same haircutting place.
You actually got me the job.
You are a pretty redhead who often has me put black foil streaks in after we close.
Eventually we part ways when the company we work for moves to Los Angeles.
Los Angeles.
A song by X we used to sing alog to when we were really drunk, before putting on Kool and The Gang.
We we're disco punk goth hellcats..

Imagine you meet a boy in Los Angeles and you fall in love, get married and London is now your new home.

You fill out the paper work, you go backwards in your career but it's really forwards, You are an American apprentice at Tony and Guy Salon London. Until your UK License goes through and you're a free agent, no more fetching coffee and wine and shampooing and rinsing out colour. No more "just stand there and watch!"
or "Get your shoes shined at lunch!. No more sweeping up hair, no more indentured servitude.

Imagine you're on a bus, or just walking too close. You hear the lousest sound youve ever heard. Everything goes white. And then you start to wake up to sirens and screaming. You havent bothered to even check if you're allright. Was it a crash?

Imagine your on a stretcher in a ques of others covered in their own and everyone elses blood. You start to feel cold, You are going into shock. You lose consciousness again when you look down and see that you are also covered in blood. You don't even know it it's yours.

You wake up in hospital (NHS shithole at that) and keep pressing that morphine drip.

Your husband is there, you barely begin to understand the implications of the changes your life is about to undergo.

I finally heard from my dear frind A. and in the blast she lost half her hand...

You know that old joke "You'll never work in this town again!"

It's not funny. I hope they run, catch and kill every one of those motherfuckers. Medival stylee yo.

Via con El Diablo.
BaronnessVanian