Today's post I'm writting it in English otherwise my poor mother is going to have a heart attack when she reads the following story. Saturday night, I worked for an English Magazine called Kruger (www.krugermagazine.com)! They sent me along with this crazy wanna be drug addict journalist to do some pictures of the underground & punk scene of NYC. I felt so wild & alive that I completly felt in love with the Punki Boys. At one point, when I asked the wild cat to become my New Best friend he said "Fuck you" very loud and crashed one mail box & one car with his fist! I loved it & really enjoyed the show. Of course the alarm of the car went off and we kept strolling our way to the bar. From now on : No more Girly Girl attitude for me please! That night, I had my French Maid outfitt on and all the Punk Boys were goin' crazy about it. Today, I secretly dream of marryin' a Punk Guy & become a drug addict! So my dearest friends get ready to send me to detox pretty soon! My wild journalist got waisted pretty fast & started puckin' on the sidewalk like a Teenager Kid. At 11:00PM I was back at home after droppin' him on a cab. Off the records he was still puckin' & puckin'. Life is gettin' pretty Wild for me & I've become sort of addicted to those new Friends. Next Sunday I'm goin' to a "Crack attack" Party at CB's Gallery & of course I will drink Diet cokes all night long!!!