![]() ![]() ![]() Then the bartender told the crazy dude it was time for him to go, as I got up and searched for "Me and Bobby McGee" on the Juke Box: Janis started to sing, and the world was suddenly a more beautiful place. "Janis might have had a lot of pimples, but you have zero talent. "Beauty is only skin deep, dude," I said. He gave me a practiced dazed and confused look. "Tell me something: will anybody remember your name a hundred years from today?" Rare and Candid Photographs of Janis Joplin at the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, June 1970 Septem1970s, beauty, behind the scenes, celebrity & famous people, female, music, New York, photography, portraits Photographer whose work vividly expressed the essence of creative personalities ranging from Janis Joplin to Arthur Miller. "That really makes a lot of sense," I said. "She knew she was supposed to pay for being screwed by young dudes." "Because she was a famous dyke," he said. "Then why did you even bother to fuck Janis Joplin?" I asked. "I can get a free drink from any of these faggots in this place." "What's your fuckin' problem?" the so-called stud said. "Sure, my buddy will buy me whatever I want," he said. The bartender asked him if he was ready for another hit. Ten minutes later: "So, I take it you think Janis was the bomb, right?" he said, as he sat down beside me. Around two minutes after, he followed the gay dude out to the patio. "She was a total pig." Then he started to flirt with a fiftysomething dude at the end of the bar, and got a screwdriver for his efforts. "Dude, she had pimples on her face and ass, and she loved to fuck and suck three pretty young boys at a time." (Early by Windy City standards.) A somewhat attractive straight dude (he made it a point to announce his "true" sexual identity) suddenly started to brag about a gang bang he had with the great Janis Joplin in 1970: ![]()
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