divine power

Jessica Lucky Genius, who you may know is my best friend (we are like the corsican sisters/ also we both look cute in pirate pants), called from the car on the way to the airport to Germany, where she is doing spoken word in the Bratwurst Emcee Ensemble/ spreading the word of The Christ. She called to say she is driving behind “An ’86 white dodge panel van, with budget bling rims and a gold foot step thing. On the bumper, in hardware store red appliqué letters, it says crookedly, ‘PAYBACK’S A BITCH: 9/11/01.’ On the spare tire, it says USA in plastic rubber stick-on letters. Otherwise, there is no detailing. The man driving it looks like he might be an ex-con and the woman might be his lawyer. She is on a cell phone.”
We were unable to discern whether they meant “eff you USA” or “eff you terrorists,” but i think it is a sign that Jessica in Germany will convert many wayward souls to our riot grrl gang, and that I won’t freak asthmatic reading my paper on Saturday. But that if I do, Jessica, Xtina and that man in the van may be spirit guides. Also, Bratwurst.