homecoming

A letter to my family:
Dear Family,
Last August I ran away from home to live in the ghetto in Oakland, CA, in the big and scary US of A.
This sporadic decision was motivated by the same thing that motivates all of my big decisions in life; RESTLESSNESS.
I think of my trip so far as a kind of teenage-age-like experience… Rebelling againts my family and searching for myself.Needless to say, I found nothing of the sorts (no Elexa’s Self out here; nothing here but us chickens) but I did find adventure, loves gained and lost, real tranny hookers and dive-bars and involvement in a real-life police-raid! But that’s another story…

After 6 months of life away from home, I am returning to my real FAMILY, to share tales and hear tales.
I want to personally invite over old and dear customers, and new ones, too.If u didn’t know me way back when, don’t miss out on my hospitality this time!

For the duration of the month of April you will find me either behind the bar pouring drinks, at the bar drinking drinks, or on stage pouring AND drinking drinks during the soon-to-be-announced OPEN MIC night, one glorious night in April.
Don’t be shy! Be a part of the FAMILIEN!