Jerri Blank

Student

I like the pole and the hole. Poor Southerners are hi-LAR-ious.I do like black people. It just took a white one to prove it to me.

Retardation: A Celebration narrated by Wilford Brimley and Packing a Muskette by Yours Truly

The Trip Back

Buddha Stalin, Some song about a Happy Table

SWC

Hello, I'm Jerri Blank and I'm a 46-year-old high school
freshman. For 32 years I was a teenage runaway. I was a
boozer, a user, and a loser. My friends were dealers,
cons, and 18 karat pimps. But now I'm out of jail, picking
up my life exactly where I left off. I'm back in high
school, living at home, and discovering all sorts of
things about my body. I'm finding out that though the
faces have changed, the hassles are just the same.

I cried when I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no
feet. Then I laughed...really hard. Just so you know I'm
handling Friendster the same way I dealt with my own drug
and alcohol problem. . . with lies and delusions. Oh and
don't worry, I can't get pregnant. My ovaries are diseased.

But seriously, I've changed. People change. Changes... I'm
not the same Jerri Blank who informed on those blind
orphans. I'm not the same Jerri Blank who revealed the
hiding place of those Guatemalans... such as yourself. And
I'm not the same Jerri Blank who took a crap in the
Fleishman's holly bushes... last night.

I've been in love more times than I care to remember, and
most of the times I couldn't remember if I tried. When
that damn lovey feeling comes over me my reactions are
always different. Back in '84 I fell in love with my pimp,
Santos, and began scratching violently. In 1990 I fell in
love with a horse after a short but life changing video
shoot for a independent production company. I felt that no
man could ever hope to offer me what that horse gave me
that day so I felt sad. Sad at the thought that a woman
like me and a horse like him would never make it in this
closed minded world. Then came my greatest love Penelope,
my cell mate during the final 3 years of my sentence for
drug running and prostitution. There I realized that true
love is being someone's bitch. As her bitch, Penelope
would always get me my cigarettes, spot me in the weight
room, and stick a shiv in any con who even looked at me
sideways. I felt complete security while at the same time
feeling trapped, but I chalked that up as a reaction to
being locked in a cage for 10 years.