LAST CALL

If you lived in New York City between the years 1985 and 1996, congratulations – you’ve seen my tits. Yes, that’s right. I used to get drunk in bars and flash anyone who wanted to see them, which in case you’re wondering was pretty much anyone. I was a dirty rotten drunken little whore. You can roll your eyes in disgust at me all you want, but I don’t care – because I had a good fucking time, literally. That is, until June 20,  2000.