Ms. Cell Aneeus

Years ago, a young model friend of mine had a serious drug problem. Between rehab and jail stints, career choices are pretty bleak for beautiful young women tragically addicted to “controlled substances”. Some become professional bed warmers, others become ‘boosters’.

A booster is someone who steals things and then sells them to a middleman for about 10% of their value. The middleman is called a ‘fence’ and one suspects he does not collect NYS sales tax when he sells the goods to others. It’s been estimated that 75% of everything stolen in this country has some connection to the drug trade. Of course even Tuesday and Wednesday, my cats, have figured out that decriminalizing drugs would drastically reduce crimes against the rest of us – but that’s another story.

My friend T. chose the booster path to the ‘Crossbar Hotel’. One day when I was visiting her, I remarked that I would love to photograph her in the very stylish, attractive jumpsuit she wore. It was just a wiseass remark and I didn’t think anything more about it.

A few months later when T. came to my place to be photographed, she unpacked from her bag the jumpsuit! I was shocked.

“How did you get that out of jail?” I said.

T. smiled. “It’s my job, remember?”


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7 Responses to “Ms. Cell Aneeus”

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  2. paolo. says:

    Just another miscellaneous post.

  3. Yeah I hitch-hiked through Mississippi. It took a long long time. But in all the other 59 years I’ve never met a Mr. Hippie. Probably lynched him if he wasn’t hung.

  4. paolo. says:

    Jesus, Joseph! Half the time I can’t tell if you’re laughing with me or at me. But that’s OK, you’re always a trip. (PS – I would have been lynched)

  5. ALWAYS with you. Wow. I’m tripped off line alright but your either seriously good or seriously humorous. You viewpoint is addictive and I have an addictive personality. The thing about not believing we could be stupid enough to be in another Vietnam- You have no idea of how many people were mad as hell at me a few years ago for saying that, or actually you probably do- but now they are all saying it. Why couldn’t they hear us the first time??!!

  6. paolo. says:

    Joseph, Your comments are always welcome but this one has special meaning because I know you served our country in Vietnam. It would be an honor for me to meet you in person one day.

  7. There’s worse places than Vietnam Frank, after the horrors of Columbus, Ga. They sent me to NORTH ALABAMA, made me eat grits, and take a bath every day. The Choreography sucked and the costumes were ridiculous.

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