More evidence that I'm not so young anymore
Okay, I don't quite get it.
I was in the elevator at my Woodland Hills motel, and in walked a lovely young girl. By "young girl" I mean she was somewhere between sixteen and twenty-six; I can't quite tell the difference nowadays. Long pale straight blond hair, angelic features, sweet as anything, polite and smiling. Her T-shirt, black and sleeveless, had the following printed on the back in large letters, "Vomit is erotic."
Yes, well of course. I've often thought so. Haven't you?
I can only imagine her T-shirt was ironic. But it seemed very very sad to me, nevertheless.