Feb
11
my Whitney Houston story (why not):
When I was eighteen, I took LSD in a house that belonged to a friend of a friend. In the kitchen, we found an audio CD of Henry Kissinger speeches and decided that listening to these at some point in the evening would be incredibly funny.
Around 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning, we decide it was Kissinger time, so we open the CD case to find that the Kissinger discs had been replaced with albums by the band Taxxi, and the soundtrack to The Bodyguard.
So we sat in this profound quiet in the kitchen of an old Victorian mansion and listened to Whitney Houston sing “I Will Always Love You.”
[I think we might have made it about forty-five seconds before we had to turn it off for fear of breaking our ribs laughing at the situation.]
