Walk of Shame

I knew this story had some legs. I just had no idea they'd take me twenty years down the road, to a phone line with Dr. Drew Pinsky, Mike Catherwood and comedian Greg Fitzsimmons. How it went down: I was tucked in bed last night about ready to log off my Twitter account, when the hilarious … Continue reading Walk of Shame

Jellyfish

His name was Duke. A delicious, twenty-something tall drink of London with dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and sun-kissed abs. I usually dug the Mario’s and Antonio’s of the world, but with Duke, I made an exception. He was the precursor to David Beckham, only without the tanorexic Spice wife, four kids and bank roll. … Continue reading Jellyfish

Don’t I know you? (excerpt)

As the fourth and final song faded and the DJ worked the crowd for applause, I made my way off the center stage. The balls of my feet were throbbing and I couldn't wait to release my toes. Beads of sweat tickled the small of my back and my cocaine-fueled heart thumping inside my chest … Continue reading Don’t I know you? (excerpt)