Lunch with Captain Kenny Filthy Pants - By N.L. Belardes

In the wee hours of the morning, long after Kenny Filthy stalked outside my living room window, scratching at the door, whispering like a vampire, begging for a dollar in trade for his pink flamingo walker I discovered my identity... there I was in bliss--a karma moment, enlightened through slumber, the Gautama Siddharta had spoken, so bubbly and giddy in dreamland; no, not a dream fantasy rock and roll god moment, but... Oh I'm just playing with all your heads. Here's the scoop:

A quick note to the underground on the underground...

Had a crazy lunch with a fedora wearin' Kenny 'Motor' Mount. This Dandy Warholic supahstar was in the groove of potty talk. We jived about The Filthies at Kosmos next weekend, we gossiped about Enrique Fuentes latest makeover tips, we played paper-scissors-rock for the bill (I purposely lost), and then we talked Lords of Bakersfield, marketing strategies, music scene shenanigans, and favorite foods. Ask Captain Kenny Filthy Pants (Enrique made that up) about his favorite Chinese food dives. He'll tell you what he likes. But be careful. You might have to have lunch with him and push him in his leopard print Vegas Limo wheelchair...

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