Bite Me

any damage if you didn’t crawl under and look at where the fire hydrant had sort of rearranged a couple of wiry-looking things. And Hondas are totally waterproof for the most part, so no biggie, right?
    So, it was like this—
    I drive totally ninja all the way to the Ace Hardware in the Castro, but I didn’t park because it involves backing up, which is not in my skill set. So I’m, like, double-parked, and I run in and this crusty guy behind the counter is all, “You can’t park there.”
    And I’m like, “Fuck off, butt-munch, I have a guy.”
    ’Kayso, I find my gay Builder Bob guy, and he’s all, “Darling, how are you? Fab boots!”
    And I’m like, “Thanks, I like your apron. I need a Shop Vac.”
    And he’s all, “What size?”
    And I’m like, “It needs to hold about a hundred rats.”
    And he’s all, “Girlfriend, we need to party or go shopping and dish.”
    And I’m, like, totally flattered, because shopping is a sacred thing to gay guys, but I stay on mission, and I’m all, “In red, if you have it.” Because red is the new black and because it will match my Docs.
    And so we’re going to the Shop Vac section, Bob is like, “So, how’s the dark lord?”
    And I’m all, “Oh, he’s gone. He tried to tear out my jugular vein, so the Countess threw him out the window and it hurt his feelings.”
    So Bob pats my shoulder and goes, “Men. What are you gonna do? He’ll be back. The drill worked okay, though?”
    And I’m like, “Oh yeah. We got him out, but he broke both his legs because he was kind of eager.”
    Then Bob gets all protective Daddy-voice on me and is like, “Safety word, sweetheart. Everyone needs a safety word.”
    So I’m all, “’Kay.”
    Then Builder Bob helps me get my Shop Vac into the car, because it turns out that it takes a vacuum big enough to sleep inside to suck up a hundred rats.
    ’Kayso, then I drove and that thing happened with the car and the cops came and they were all, “You don’t have a license and you’re not allowed to drive on the sidewalk, blah, blah, oh my God my insipid cop life is so boring I should just eat my gun, bluster, blah, blah.”
    And I’m all, “Chill, cops. Call my cop minions Rivera and Cavuto, s’il vous plaît . They will confirm that I am on a secret cop mission and should not be fucked with by pathetic day dwellers like yourselves.” Then I presented them with Rivera’s card, which I whipped out of my messenger bag like it was my badge of badassness.
    So cop one, who is in charge because he has the car keys,is all, “I’ll check this out, wait here while I go make radio noises in the car like a humongous loser while my wife is home boning some huge stud-muffin.”
    I’m paraphrasing.
    And in like two minutes, up pulls Rivera and Cavuto, and they have a dog now. His name is Marvin, and he’s très cute. He’s all red, and like a Doberman or something badass, but he totally likes me and his little stubby tail was wagging and I let him drink some of the hydrant water out of my hand, and he did, even though there was plenty of water everywhere, but I guess it tasted like street and whatnot.
    So I’m like, “Hey, Rivera, tell these douche waffles that you and the ass bear are my bitches.”
    And Rivera is all concerned quiet cop voice, “She has mental problems.”
    “Head injury caused Tourette’s syndrome,” goes Cavuto.
    “We’ll handle this from here,” goes Rivera.
    So I got to ride in the back of the cop car with Marvin and the Shop Vac. It was really crowded and Marvin was all doggie licky love face, so my makeup was très fucked up by the time we got to the loft.
    So I’m all, “Marvin loves me good long time, cops.”
    And Cavuto’s all, “Figures, he’s a cadaver dog.”
    And I’m all, “Sure, just make up things to make yourself sound cooler.”
    And Rivera’s like, “Out. Tell your boyfriend we needour jackets ASAP. And after you deliver the message, go home. You’re supposed to be at your mother’s house.”
    ’Kayso, they abandoned me on the sidewalk with my Shop Vac and drove off. I could see little tears of doggie despair in Marvin’s eyes.
    So I text Foo that I need help getting the Shop Vac up the stairs and he comes down just as the tow truck pulls up, so all the crying and the screaming happens, and Foo is totally inconsolable, even when I offered him a hand job, which is really the best I could do on the sidewalk with people going by and whatnot, but I was