Joey recounts a very special Christmas story in his blog today, a heart-warming tale of crab-lice and friendship.
"JoeyYouHaveToHelpMeItItchesLikeCrazy
AndICan'tAffordTheCreamCanYouLendMe
SomeMoneyItItchesItItchesItItches!"He was phoning me from a pay phone near the Eaton Centre, not far from where I was. I arranged to meet him at the large fountain on the bottom floor, as it was near a Shoppers Drug Mart where we could buy the anti-crablouse goo. I hung up and noticed that everyone — the people in line as well as the cashier — were giving me funny looks and keeping their distance. The cashier took my credit card the with the tips of her thumb and index finger, holding it as if I'd handed her a very full week-old diaper.
Damned X, I thought to myself. He gets the STD and still it's me who ends up getting the "unclean" treatment.