I was in total shock when i saw Mr. Nies's legs buckled under the car. I couldn't believe I let this happen! By far the worst day of my life. I smell bacon...do you smell bacon?

           A fter the show, which by the way was a huge success with the ages 40-50 Asian communities, I started writing down ideas for creating a bigger and better show. The first idea that popped into my head was a show about nothing but donkeys. Not so much about juggling but just their habits as god’s creatures. I developed a great interest in Mr. Neis and sometimes found myself spending so much time with him that, I too, felt like a donkey, the ying to his yang if you will. And hopefully, that is an in direct correlation with the success of our show. Mr. Neis and I were on a professional level, and having one of us feel as if we were better than the other would greatly compromise our integrity as a duo.

I eventually came up with another idea of having us do another show, but this time it would be a whole lot different. I decided to call upon my friend DJ Salty Fingers. Salty Fingers is well known around the gay techno community and really has a feeling for beats and volumes of beats….because after all, the volume of the beat is the key.

So one lazy Sunday morning we met at the local coffee shop, Donovan’s, and sipped the sweet brew that Donvan so carefully made himself. We used to joke around about how good the coffee was and that we suspected Donovan of spiking it with papaya juice or nectarine peels. So while we chatted we bounced idea after idea off one another and came to the conclusion that doing another show with Mr. Neis and I would be a good idea, but what we needed was techno music. So Salty Fingers went home and quickly arranged a demo copy of his techno take on the old classic “It’s Raining Men”. He told me that the new remix was called “A mouth full of bloody placentas” Which I thought was a little overboard but then again creative types are like that. So we compromised and I got him to take out the word “bloody”.

So I went to sleep that night with “A mouth full of placentas” ringing in my head. I awoke the next morning to police and ambulance sirens. I looked out my window and could see commotion across the street, however It was too far away for me to make out the incident. I quickly slipped on my kimono and walked outside to see what was wrong. As I approached the scene of the accident I saw what will stay in my mind forever. Mr. Neis was lying on the road all bloodied and battered, kicking and screaming. As I got closer I could see that a car had hit him in the side and busted both his front legs. The woman in the car was being treated on the side of the street and it looked as if she had a cut on her forehead. The next 4 days were a total blur. I fell under a deeper depression than before and quickly recovered all my bad habits of smoking, fingernail chewing, and not eating my crust. I couldn’t stand the pain and sometimes contemplated suicide. But I was determined to pull myself up by my boot straps and get back to juggling.

I had to come to grips with the fact that Mr. Neis was gone and I was going to have to find another Donkey. But the search seemed never ending and fruitless and I went back to smoking cigarette butts. The Song “A mouth full of placentas” was 76th on the Billboard Music Dance charts and it seemed that my boat had passed. I was out of my prime, depressed, broke, and out of strength. My last good idea had vanished and it was the end of me.

I did what most thought I would never do. An option when I graduated high school. Just a mere thought I toyed with and never took seriously. So I joined the Navy

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