Hey! My name is Jo Calderone, and I was an asshole. Gaga? Yeah, her. Lady Gaga. She left me. She said it always starts out good, and then the guys, meaning me, I’m one of the guys, we get crazy. I did, I got crazy, but she’s fucking crazy too right!? I mean, she is FUCKING CRAZY! For example, she gets out of the bed, puts on the heels, she goes into the bathroom, I hear the water go on, she comes out of the bathroom dripping wet, and she still got the heels on. And what’s with the hair? At first it was sexy, but now I’m just confused. She said I’m just like the last one. I’M NOT LIKE THE LAST ONE! And I think it’s great ya know, I think it’s really fucking great that she’s such a star; a big beautiful star in the sky, but how am I supposed to shine? I mean, I think I’d be okay with it, you know, if I felt like she was really being herself with me. And maybe she is, I’m starting to think that’s who she is, you know, maybe that’s just who she is. ‘Cause when she gets on that stage she holds nothing back. That spotlight. That big, round, deep, spotlight follows her wherever she goes. Sometimes I think it follows her home; I know it does. I gotta get in there. When she cums, it’s like she covers her face ‘cause she doesn’t want me to see. Like she can’t stand to have one honest moment when nobody’s watching. I want her to be real. But she says “Jo, I’m not real. I’m theatre. And you and I, this is just rehearsal.”
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