I can feel it eating at my soul again. It’s knawing at my chest like a grizzly bear. Pretty soon I will be left will a big black hole to call my heart. But until that happens, I must go on. I shoot up some heroine, pure heroine. It seems to be the only thing that keeps me going these days. Well that, and my fans, f it wasn’t for them I don’t know what I’d do.

In the distance I hear the crowd of men calling my name. Hopefully they will be generous tonight, after all I’m not feeling so well. I look to see the stage manager queing me to move on. I nod my head in aknowledgement, swipe a quick coat of lipgloss over my lips, and advance towards the stage.