the reason i was on the plane is because...I Was A Teenage Joe Montana Concubine. you never saw that one cause they kept it extra super hush-hush.
no, my politician dad was friends with the owner. in those days, i often played the part of the Spoiled Little Teenage Shit. my character's motivation was difficult to discern, and he was often sullen and unappreciative...but not that time!
frined o' mine was working at a drive-through coffee shack in Redwood City (south of SF) up until a year ago, and he used to make Jerry a latte every morning and shoot the shidt. i've met the Riceman. local encounters with him aren't unusual, you can even run into him in certain South Bay massage parlors. that one did make the papers...
