Fanny Says She Met a Stripper Girl in the ER

There was a woman in a pink bikini in the hospital bed next to me. I knew she was there because she was a hype, hype—you know, like your Aunt Toni does—a panic-like, yes, that’s it—hyperventilate. And she was hyperventilating, and she was built like a brick shithouse—she had them fake tiddies and a waist that wasn’t this big and her ass was like pow! and she tells me that was all the clothes she had—that pink bikini—and it was barely enough to cover her nipples. I think she musta been in the burlesque, Koey, but I didn’t say nothing. And she had two kids, and she musta been about your age, twenty-six, twenty-seven, and her mother was keeping them kids. And her little boy said he was afraid she was gonna die, and she told him to be quiet and stop a buggin her, and I said phewwww. I couldn’t believe a mother could be so bad, could you? Can’t be easy though, what she’s got to do, stepping in those strange cars. And it’s I like told her—Honey, it’s an easy ride up but a long walk down.