VEN A MI. Twenty-four hours before the show and the concert is coming my way, a courtesy to me! The first time anybody has thrown me a fete. Sure, there have been black massesand secret tete-a-tetes . . . but when has one of the movie stars or misfits sentme a simple card requesting my presence at a big premiere, a cocktail mixer, evena simple office party fuck rice aches? But now they're coming by thethousands to visit lovesick little old me, cheer me in the damp and stuffysqualor I call home. I'm genuinelytouched! Leave it to the blooming deadly nightshade in my otherwise-wiltedboutonnierre: the Soiling Romans. Dem's myboys!