Ramones, and life in New York City. She had the blackest hair, the biggest eyes, and the tightest ass, Delilah. But her mother was hotter. Originally a Jersey girl, Medusa's hair was blacker and and five times bigger than her daughter's. M. liked to date men who rode motorcycles, wore black leather, and occasionally slapped her--- but only when she asked. M. needed a little Marquis de Sade from time to time; some S with her M, if you know what I mean. Powerful women have to be inventive to have an orgasm. And she was no different.
So last October, M. and Delilah went to CBGB's on the Bowery to hear The Stoned Boys. They were rip-offs of the Ramones, but still pretty loud. Delilah looked good, but M. was insane; leather studded jeans, skull earrings, red lipstick. Delilah reveled in her mother's beauty. She liked to say, "My mother, the outlaw," with a big shit-eating grin on her face. As they walked in, a wall of sound punched them in the face. "Excellent," they both screamed and laughed. At the bar, Deliah ordered a beer, and M. headed off to use the ladies.
But M. never made it. And Deliah never saw her mother again.
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