I’m not one to point at the diseased or elderly. I’m not one to laugh at those with missing limbs or eleven toes or an extra head or whatever. It’s not my style these days. I let people be people and keep my head down.
I let people be people, but motherfucker. Sometimes things just explode, and beauty pours out of everything sacred with the sight of just one little person. Just one tiny man or woman can change the way the air smells in a day, or alter your taste buds, or tell the clouds to piss off for a week, ‘cuz things are, like, gonna be totally hype for that whole week. Just one little ‘un does it to me, I swear.
And did I ever see smaller man this weekend!
The midget version of Kiss has to be one of the greatest, most awesomely powerful things I have ever seen in my entire twenty-four years on this earth. I’ll be lucky if something in my remaining forty or so can top Mini Kiss, I’ll be really lucky. I’ll be lucky if I can eat anything mini, or see a Mini drive by, or listen to an iPod Mini without a hardcore vision of Mini Gene rocking my ass off, tiny-style, blowing through my mind like a mini-train.
So, just to wrap things up here on ‘POMPADOURED’, since I have nothing left to accomplish with this website, or life for that matter, I would like to thank my mother and father for bringing me into this world, and Jenny Wang for inviting me to Jim’s party at the last minute, and Jim for getting Mini Kiss to play at his party. Lastly, I would like to thank Mini Kiss. I can die now, having seen everything rare and special this joyous world has to offer. God bless you Mini Kiss! And God bless us, everyone!