Just for the record, it's the Wolverine who interrupted this psychodrama and shagged Marie. I had nothing to do with it. He basically tapped me on the shoulder, told me to move over and then wrote the parking lot scene. Who knew the man could type? Or that he had such a smutty imagination? A lot of this came about from listening to my Hits From Hell tape over New Year's. I was recovering from the flu, driving in the car and listening to Meat Loaf wailing at the top of his lungs when the question came to me: what is it really like for the Wolverine to be in there with Logan? Does he ever feel like he can't get out? Like he can't escape? And then came the seed, that of Logan trying to comfort Marie and the Wolverine trying to come on to her. You see, the Wolverine is the side of Logan that he relies on in times of trouble, but also fears because of his animalistic personality. I myself don't see the Wolverine as pure animal. He's more of an atavism, a throwback to the days when a man could sense when a woman wanted him and had every right to act on it. I've been lucky enough to meet a few guys like that during my lifetime. It's intense, let me tell you. So here's my little love letter to the Wolverine in all his bad-boy, lustful glory. "All Revved Up..." is one of my favorite tracks from Bat Out of Hell, which is the first album I ever remember listening to. It came out the year I was born (1977) and this song is a hot, sweaty summer night in a dive bar in the wrong section of town where a good girl had the luck to meet up with a bad boy and get shook up and stripped down. Ahhh...my kind of rock 'n roll. The milkshake is a nod to Diebin's "On Milkshakes and Marie" and the leather pants are from Sare Liz's "Viscosity" series. Thanks for the inspiration, ladies!

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