Blog Blogger: ASS PARADE are at a party tonight, and I'm not allowed to go." She sighed. "Some record label bullshit for my dad to schmooze at and my mom to dress up and feel like she's my age. I stay here. Not for ”„kids'. They don't want me cramping their style." She noodled on the joint until I motioned for her to pass it back. "'My parents took me to Los Angeles and all I got was this lousy hotel room,'" she said with a laugh. She flipped her hair back with a naive cynicism that was actually pretty touching.
