It has been almost six months since he asked me to sing
Jesus Christ Superstar to him on our drive home from
Miami Beach. I asked him why. There was this girl he used to know. A
stripper. He hung with her because she shared her
drugs with him. She would
sing it to him at the top of her voice. He's
jewish. He said she liked him, but he didn't like her. She was a stripper. And even though he was a hopeless
druggie who used her for her drugs, he didn't think she was the right girl for him.
He thought I
resembled her. That is why he wanted me to sing it.
I'm not a stripper.
He does no more drugs.
I didn't sing the
Jesus Christ Superstar for him that night, but sometimes I wish I did.