Don't Piss Off the Wrong One

I'm living two separate lives over here.  Dr.  Jekyll and Mr.  Fucking Hyde.  How long am I going to be able to keep up this facade?  I go from one personality, The Angel, to the other, The Devil, in the blink of an eye.

To break it down, we have -

The Angel
  • Typically hangs around during the week
  • A school portrait photographer that works with the kiddies and gushes all over them when they are absolutely precious
  • An aunt that adores her nephew and plays with him, sings to him, and smothers him with kisses whenever he's in her arms
  • Wholesome and nice
  • Tee-shirt and jeans or sweats, minimal makeup and jewelry, hair pulled up 90% of the time
  • Frugal with her money and balances her checkbook to the penny
  • In bed by 10 or 11
  • Generally unrecognizable to those who are more acquainted with The Devil


The Devil
  • Comes out to play at night, usually on the weekends
  • A trashy, brass, and generally slutty rock & roll groupie
  • Will sleep with the guitar player, or the bass player, or the drummer, or all three at the same time
  • Loud and obnoxious with a drink always in her hand
  • Dressed to kill, in stilettos 24/7
  • Makeup and hair done to a T, loaded down with jewelry that usually gets lost or left on someone's nightstand
  • Did someone say shots?  Can be found stuffing money down the bartender's pants or throwing dollar bills at the ladies
  • Stumbles in the front door around 5 am
  • Generally unrecognizable to those who are more acquainted with The Angel


This past Saturday night I engaged in absolute debauchery with a few band members after the show.  (Gimme some credit though, I've known these guys and have been partying with them for a while now.)  Then I stopped off at another one's house for some more even later night action.  The other night one of the regulars at the bar did a double take after asking me my name for the 100th time because I was wearing yoga pants, a hoodie, my glasses, very little makeup, and my everyday jewelry.  *shrug* It happens.

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