Kiss It And Make It Better

Gene Simmons and I were feeding Calcutta whores back in '82.

I thought I was a showman, but this guy took the cake. Literally.

Every day he'd wear a black velvet cape and cowboy boots with real spurs.

Then he performed magic tricks, like pulling biscuits out from behind their dirty, unwashed ears.

Once I saw him pull back and drink a woman's portion of soup right from the ladle, making her cry.

Then he poured it out of his sleeve into her bowl.

Oh, how they'd gnash and wail as he kept food from them with magic.

The spurs were for crowd control.

Talented bastard. Never got my cape back.
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