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It seems to be about five in the morning. The dominant light is still gray, and I'm quickly walking on a wet sidewalk in midtown Manhattan. As I walk, I have two rubber bands in my hands, and I'm trying to arrange my hair into two ponytails. My hair's not long enough to do it properly, but I manage to get a little pigtail on my right side. As I keep walking, I try to get the left side into a pigtail as well, but the rubber band snaps and flies off. It hits -- smack in the face -- the pedestrian who's walking toward me. Who is, of course, Marilyn Manson. He looks at me -- with one side of my hair in a pigtail, and the rest flying all over the place -- and says: "Ha. Very Showgirls 2." It's only after he's walked on by that I realize there was no Showgirls 2, except perhaps in the adult category. |
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