When I got home from work Friday I lit some incense and a few candles and went to work contacting my "Inner Spirit Whore" Trixie. After I made contact I told her how important tonight was for me and she promised it would be a night I would never forget. I asked her to enter my body and make me a temptation to all mankind and especially to Joe Walla! I began to feel that special tingling "down there" and new it was working. I got myself gussied up in my new Frederick's of Hollywood outfit and more makeup than ever before and hopped in the Gremlin, cranked up "Crack Whore" and headed to see Joe at Mr. B's in Burbank. While waiting for the light at Hollywood Way and Victory the Gremlin stalled and wouldn't restart. The guys at the station on the corner gave me push and said they would try to jump start it. I was already running late so I told them I would deal with the car after the show and decided to just walk the rest of the way since Mr. B's was only a couple of blocks away. When I got to the 7-Eleven across from Mr. B's a police car pulling in flashed his lights and stopped me. This fat old cop got out and started asking me the rudest questions. Things like, "Did you get off at the wrong stop sister? This isn't Hollywood and Vine" and "Is it tough walking the streets in heels that high?" I had had about enough of him and said I was late and Joe was waiting for me. He responded "Don't you mean John? How much you charging him?" In a rage I snapped "More than you could afford PIG!!!" and with that he pulled out his cuffs and threw me in the back of his squad car!!! I spent the night in the Burbank Jail accused of solicitation!!! By the time my friend Hope came to bail me out Saturday morning the spirit of Trixie was long gone. I felt so foolish dressed in those tiger print Spandex pants and lace top that showed WAY too much of my bossom. I just wanted to crawl under my bed and stay there forever. Hope talked me into breakfast at IHOP after I'd changed and the Rooty Tootie Fresh and Fruitie Combo with a side hash browns helped calm my nerves. Boy am I going to give that Psychic Ivonna a piece of my mind! I don't know if I'll go to Joe's show at Pat's Cocktails tonight. I'm just so confused...