The Human Centipede and the Hip Hop Hero
When I was a kid, I LOVED old school Universal horror movies (still do) - Creature From the Black Lagoon, The Mummy, Wolfman, Dracula and, of course, Frankenstein. So you’d think I’d be excited to meet a real-life Dr. Frankenstein. Well… I wasn’t. Creepier than any horror movie I’ve ever watched: meet Dr. Alex. A porn-associated doctor with a cut-happy blade, Dr. Alex turns women into works of “art.” From their vaginas to their boobs, Dr. Alex is one-stop shop. He’s also my client.
Reluctantly, I took him on – and of course Patti and Rachel had their gag reflex tested while they watched his video. Rachel’s guy, Steve, a white, bald, hip-hop producer, initially didn’t seem much better either. After some wrap-up and complaining, I sent Patti to her possible demise: a meeting with Dr. Alex.
The meeting went as “expected,” but we have a job to do… and do it well we do.
Our recruiting session went spectacularly (thank you, Mara) and the girls were perfect for the gents. Well, except for the one who thought we were calling her Drunk. Not drunk as in “You’re drunk” but as in “Is your name Drunk?” Yeah, occasionally a few wackadoos sneak in. In retrospect, she may have been perfect for Dr. Alex. “Good morning, Honey. What’s this on my chest? Did you make my boobs bigger again and I didn’t notice? Oh, you.”