Fiction
I Make Millions Selling Sweaters Knit From Madonna’s Pit Hair, and Other Autobiographical Sketches
One day, at a local arena, I walked backstage before her headline act. It was a strange sight. There was a huge pile of hair, about seven feet high, with a bit of movement coming from within it. I could hear the whirring sound of shearers, and finally, a woman popped her head out to draw a breath. It was Madonna’s assistant, and she was shearing her pits. […]
