A few other people came up on stage, the most talented being a guy named Mad Poet who spoke about a date he'd recently had. Then not one but two Vietnam vets got up and blew everyone's minds. I was trying to remember the last time I felt that stimulated and energized. Had to be the finale of Hell's Kitchen.
NerCity said a few words about hip hop's attitudes about women. "Now I ain't going to say that I only listen to the Poor Righteous Teachers," he said as an aside, to which I let out a big whoop of a laugh, my version of "Go 'head with your bad self!"
Soon the event began to wrap up. The stool I was on was hard and had made the left lip of my vagina fall asleep. Girls, you know what I am talking about. Yes, there was a tingling in my pussy, my PUSSY, MY PUSSY! I stood up.
"The next poet up," said NerCity, "is The Truth! Give it up for The Truth!"
Everyone looked around the room to see The Truth emerge, but alas, he or she never did.
"I guess The Truth lied to us!" quipped NerCity, moving on to the next one on the list. It didn't matter, because we all knew that the truth was indeed in the room that night. And you know what? I could handle it.
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