Crisco

(2014)

Back when Silverlake was leather heaven all the corner markets had lots and lots of Crisco on the shelves. I never thought about that until I saw a totally leathered out guy my size at the liquor store getting  ready for a party.  Snacks, beer, booze, cigars, breakfast cereal (coco puffs, I remember that 30 years later), milk, juice, donuts and every can of Crisco on the shelf. Like eight cans worth. The poor kid working the counter looked absolutely horrified. The leather dude was loving it.

There are none of those guys left in the neighborhood. I bet 90% of them died. They sang I Will Survive and then died. Their bars are straight, their houses full of hipsters and irony. Chaps aren’t just for gay boys anymore. The plague came through and destroyed that whole civilization. It laid waste the land, leaving Silverlake barren with breeders. It’s raining babies now. But those were the days, the survivors sing. Those were the days. What a party. A man was a man and Crisco wasn’t just for frying chicken.

Ouch.

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One thought on “Crisco

  1. At one time way back when there, some other creeps & I wrote a song entitled “Crisco Disco,” to the tune of B. Manilow’s “Copa.”

    And jeez, rode through Silver Lake on Sunset during the day recently, & was amazed at the amount of youngish white people on the streets. All the gang members must’ve died off w/ the leather dudes.

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