I saw this young guy at the club on a week night. Blinged out with chains, spiky gelled Guidoish hair. Baggy clothes. Typical teenager seeking out strippers. Fake ID, I assumed.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school tomorrow," I teased.

This person claimed to be twenty years old, and he looked like he was like 16, a junior in high school at best.

I sat with him for ten minutes. He kept slipping me five dollar bills in my garter.

So, I finally asked him, what's your name.

Patricia.

Oh, no wonder he looked so young, no beard, a twenty year young lady masquereding as a manchild. LORDY LORDY LORDY.