Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
My mom likes a lot of stuff. Writing, real estate, gay men. But among her faves? The recording artiste known as Meat Loaf and pot (or, as she refers to it, "smoking grass"). She only discovered Meat Loaf in the last ten years and traveled to London from South Florida once just to see him in concert. (Her love affair with doobage has been around for considerably longer.) But today she left me this voice mail message:
Hi, It's mom. Sorry I didn't call you back last night. I was in recovery from having seen Borat. I absolutely loved it. So the recovery was positive. Have you seen Borat? Oh my god. I had no idea about this... Well, I went out and bought the DVDs today and my friend showed me some of the stuff on this Youtube...? Did you see the one where he's talking about drugs? Oh my god. I didn't know he was British! And I also bought the soundtrack to Borat. I might like it better than Meat Loaf.
