Did I tell you about the time Polish M left our little flat we were sharing with Lennon (the POLITICAL dude, NOT the singing dude) back in 82?
We had no idea where he had gone until we received the above picture in the mail a month or so after he disappeared.
It turns out that PM was working as a full time plumber AND moonlighting as a male escort for "prominant members of the Party" in Minsk.
A small handwritten letter let us, his worried roomates, know that he was okay and that most of his STD's were now under control thanks mostly in part to the Free Medicine of the Politburo... which he could readily get due to the fact that he was a prime piece of... er, um... PLUMBING that the Party valued. Polish also mentioned that he was starting to realize that maybe he wasn't "fully" gay (NOT THAT THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN ANYTHING
WRONG WITH THAT) but that he might actually be somewhat "bi" and also interested in farm animals.
This was really no surprise to Lennon and myself. Though Polish's mum was a bit upset when we shared the news with her.
In the end (so to speak) Polish's adventures behind the Curtain only lasted another couple weeks or so. It would end up that his deep and powerful love of then 80's superstars Roxette would end him in no end of hot water with the Powers That Be and he would eventually have to choose between ruff Communist animal husbandry or a really cool hair band.
Once he returned to our simple little flat, Lennon and myself TOTALLY ignored him for the next 5 years. Not because he smelled, but he had neglected to smuggle out a case of Fine Polishka Vodka for us and that, as you all know, is an almost UNFORGIVABLE crime.
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THIS SITE REALLY DOESN'T EXIST
the way our EGO THINKS IT MIGHT!
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