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As if this isn’t embarrassing enough, the Russian model behind me, with her 6-foot long Amazon legs steps right
over me. Is this really happening or am I totally out of it? I hear gasps from the audience and their blurry faces all
look like a blank sheet of paper. I must still be high on Codeine. Was the Ukranian trying to sabotage me? I pull
the Velco together, stand up, and continue boldly down the catwalk. Wow! What an adrenaline rush!
I walk back to my hotel two blocks from the Moulin Rouge in the Paris adult district. Passing “Must be 21 to enter”
DVD shop signs and leering men smoking outside doorways, I enter my ashtray odor hotel room around midnight.
The hotel is funky cool but holding on to its 60s décor too long, with its pink carpet and gaudy floral gold trimmed
bedspread. Instead of looking glamorous it just feels sad. I run hot water in the big gold tile bathtub, and as I step
inside it’s too late. I’ve lost it. Tears start flowing like a waterfall down my cheeks. I grab my cell phone then step
inside the mini hot tub. “I hate Paris, I want to be home… I’m not getting any shows..” The words start to crumble
together and I’m not making sense anymore. “Girrrl, you’re cray cray… All that junk food has gone to your head.
It’s midnight.” But I’m not eating any junk food, and haven’t had a single carb in 24 hours. I also fell in front of Anna
Wintour, so I yell into the phone “You’re crazy! I’m coming home.” “Ya I know I’m crazy girl.. Wow I just got a text.
Valentino wants to see you right now to do a fitting for his show tomorrow. Rush over there, he said you were the
star of the Dior show tonight!”
Comic Break!
Created by: Scott Selsor
Copyright - Taido Genmyo
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THE CONE - ISSUE #1 - SPRING 2014