Aug

15 Minutes In Hollywood

2:30 am- A man crossing Hollywood Boulevard pulls a role reversal when he stops midway and signals for a cop car to complete its right turn. The cops motion for him to finish crossing but he continues signaling forcefully for them to turn. They go back and forth like this a few times until the cops decide that instead of making their right turn, they’d prefer to have a little chat with this obviously intoxicated pedestrian. I avoid any sudden movements in their vicinity.

2:37 am- I enter 7-11 and pour myself a cappuccino but the cup doesn’t fit under the nozzle so when I pull the filled cup out, some scalding liquid drips on my hand. It’s just hot enough to leave a dark red mark but probably not hot enough for a lawsuit. Damn.

2:39 am- I take my place behind the SIX people already in line… at 2:30 in the morning.

2:40 am- A tranny waiting for someone ahead of me compliments my outfit. I want to return the compliment by saying her outfit is “fierce,” mostly because I’ve never actually said “fierce” out loud and I want to see if I can pull it off. However, I’m not entirely certain if that’s a compliment or if straight white girls are allowed to say it and since her heels give her a good six inches over me, I decide she is not a suitable test subject so I merely respond with a meek “thanks.”

2:44 am- The grande finale: tranny fight! While I don’t advocate violence, I totally advocate watching a fight between two trannies should the opportunity ever arise. Stilettos and mini-skirts that provide the potential for a little dong slippage always make for amusing altercation attire. Naturally, I’m rooting for my fierce new friend even though she’s struggling to decide which gender identity to commit to for the brawl. Fortunately, she doesn’t disappoint when security guards break it up and she yells, “Bitch broke my nail!” How often do you get to hear a fight between two dudes end with that line?

Tags: 7-11, hollywood, trannies