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turning japanese on the dance floor

Decades ago…

I’d had a lot to drink. This song came on at the nightclub. A drag queen grabbed me by the hand and hauled me out on the dance floor.

Afterwards she said in a dark brown voice, “I didn’t know you liked this old rock shit.”

I won’t mention her name. It wasn’t Lola. She drove a Riviera that was a mile long.