I told her what happened, the whole story. ͳen she got
all mad at me:
Friend: “You never told no one that? If you don’t talk
about that onstage, you wrong! You have to go talk
about that, because handicapped people need love—
they need love too, they people.”Tiffany: “Yeah, I know. I know I’m going to heaven,
too. Roscoe taught me that.”Friend: “What do you mean you know you’re going to
heaven?”Tiffany: “Because I fucked Roscoe. Roscoe is probably
an angel, a fallen angel. I feel like Roscoe was like the
John Travolta character in the movie Michael. He
came to earth to teach me to be humble and that all
people need love no matter who or what they are.
Because I fucked him, that’s why he disappeared.
ͳat’s why we don’t see him no more, because he
went back to heaven. Only a heavenly dick could fuck
me the way Roscoe did.”She kinda paused, and then we both broke out laughing.
She told me:
Friend: “Well . . . I don’t know about all that. But still,
you gotta talk about this. You gotta tell the world
about your handicapped angel.”