Lyra 🖖”Black Swan”🖖 Aeon

I was 21. It was a late night on the Hollywood strip. The show ran long and nobody was rushing people out the door back then. It was somewhere between 2 and 4 a.m. Most places were closed. The car was parked about half a mile away and I was still walking with the band. I really had to pee. You know how it is once you break the seal after a night of drinking. After that, you just HAVE to go. On top of it, it was that time of the month for me, and I am a fucking heavy bleeder. I needed a bathroom. Immediately. There was a tattoo parlor still open. I knocked on the window with the most pleading eyes I could manage. I tried to look small and desperate, which wasn’t hard. I am small. I explained. They said no. I tried again. They weren’t hearing it. Something in my head made the same sound a pinball machine makes when you tilt it. That sharp snap. I’d had it up to my ears with people that night. I couldn’t believe they wouldn’t let a petite, desperate girl use the bathroom. I flipped. Instantly. From weeping angel to full feminine rage. I reached into my pants, yanked the tampon out, and threw it at their front door. It hit the glass and splattered. I flipped them off and said something I don’t remember about manners. Then I walked away. Not my proudest moment. But yeah. I am actually punk rock. The real thing. Or I can be. Don’t test me.