by emmasdad » Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:23 pm
Dude -
About your journal's new name - I was in some scummy strip club up in Oceanside when some drunk sailor mistook me for Quentin Tarantino. It was sweet. Lap dances, drinks, more lap dances, VIP, all because this guy thinks that I am Tarantino. Like QT hangs out slumming in tittie bars in north county San Diego.
As I vaguely recall, later that night I had to explain to the harbor police why I was naked in the water at 3AM. It wasn't me, man, it was Tarantino.