Two green eyes blink back at me as if even my cat doesn't believe my feeble lie, "This time for real."Leaving the kitchen I head towards the back of my small apartment where the bathroom is.
The water is on seconds after my shirt hits the floor.
Located right on the famous boardwalk, the attraction, which is open primarily on weekends, brings in patrons from all over the world and is packed with rare artifacts, 1920s sideshow memorabilia, live two-headed animals and, of course, freak performers.
The Rays moved to Los Angeles after Todd quit his job as a record producer in New York.
It's a twenty-minute walk from where I live to the freak show. Maybe you, Marcus, Ali and I could go do something? But,it would be nice." "Um uh,s-sure,"I manage to stutter. Well,at least I get to do what I love the most;make people freak out,and puke. As I head to the bathroom I hear my phone ring again. "I say,completely irritated that I'm being bothered so early in the morning. I hope I'm not bothering you,"a warm,cheery voice says. " "Well, I wanted to see if you had any plans today. He’d won three Grammy Awards for his work with Santana and Latin hip-hop and rock/funk group Ozomatli, and had started his own label, Beatdown Recordings, through Warner Bros.Though his client list ranged from rock icon Mick Jagger to MCs like the Beastie Boys, he simply shrugs now about giving it all up in 2002, calling that life “just a whole other type of freakshow.” “I wasn’t happy,” he says as we stand in the main showroom, surrounded by props during a nonshow day last week. I’d come home and my house was already filled with all of this kind of strange, odd stuff. I was always studying the history of sideshows because it was something I had always loved.