Today, as I was busy changing from a golden-brunnette to a red-head, I told my hair dresser my deepest desire to relocate to Manhanttan. He in turn told me stories of living in the city back in the early 80's. He lived in the Village in a very runned down studio. One day, as he's eating raw cookie dough, (which just so happends to me one of my guiltiest pleasures), he notices some of the chips in the half eaten log are moving. The chocolate had been replaced with bugs. A couple months later, minutes after showering, his ear begins to itch. He takes a q-tip and swabs out his ear. When he pulls the stick out, he notices bite marks on the ball of the cotton. Come to find out, a roach crawled into his ear in the middle of the evening and found it cozy enough not to leave, I fear I will now have nightmares for a long time coming. Apprently, these type of stories are far from uncommon. Last summer, David Sedaris wrote a story for the New Yorker in which he retells the time when 2 worms randomly crawling out of his boyfriend and his boyfriend's mother's legs and him having crabs. If you have time. definitly check it out.
