One Sad, Sidelined Sap Blind Vice
Durwood Dope (no relation to the man-eating, avaricious Diandra Dope from Vices past) used to have it all: fab career, great looks, damn good talent, boys 'n' girls to bonk whenever he wanted. Those were the bisexual superstar days, huh? But that was before this little thing called age set in. Trust me, I know how D2 feels: Ya look in the mirror, and ya wonder what the hell your father is doing looking backatcha! Gray hair. Wrinkles around your eyes, where there used to simply be sleepy goo stuff. Know what I mean, all my little geriatric jelly beans?
Durwood sure does. 'Cause he's increasingly turning to drugs for solace, men for validation in the form of casual sex and—worst of all—vitriolic little queens for companionship. Bad move there, Mr. D. Now, I'm a bitchy-ass homo if ever there was one, but at least I'm true to my buds. If they've got a bad time goin' down, I'm cool about it. Not so half the fruits Durwood's been befriending, as of late. See, here's the deal:
Dope's (female) partner is currently and utterly eclipsing him in the celeb department, and this fame factoid, along with the unavoidable truth that Durwood's increasingly looking like a weatherproofed donut, is not helping D.'s depressed moods. And since D.D. has always hung with a hedonistic, eclectic bunch...well, let's just say he's leaning wholly toward those who supply him, screw him and then say so long to him—rather than to those who actually want to help him. Shame. 'Cause Durwood sure needs somebody who cares enough to tell him to lay off this fruits-and-chemicals-only diet of his. Pronto. It ain't:
1 comment:
What about Harrison Ford? Calista's career is eclipsing his lately with her new tv show (Brothers and Sisters, maybe the Luke Wilson clue).
I am not so interested in this BV, becaause if Durwood is old and wrinkly then what do I care if he's sleeping with men. If it was Clooney, that would break my heart.
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