St. Louis Pridefest isn't much to write home about - it's really just more of a bunch of booths and some bands ... and drum n bass (this is afterall St. Louis). However, I can honestly say thanks to my experience at this year's Pride that it's not just me that has the problem of picking up some losers!
Now - this was really the kid's doing. I'm not sure what Lou was thinking taking the kid out in a pink fishnet half shirt and bondage pants to Pridefest. He's too young to go to this - nevermind in an outfit like that. I realise he looks 17 but he's 15. Yes, that's right, 15. Jailbait. A meatmarket like Pride is not an event to take a 15 year old to under ANY circumstances nevermind dressed like that. Regardless, the kid picked up crack addicts. No, I'm NOT kidding.

So - a very nerve racking night ensued in which for the first time ever I was thanking the gods that my job requires me to be pert and alert at noon and I'm getting old and need recovery time when THC is involved. It all started when the kid rode with the crackhead. Then they went to his house and hung out until the wee hours.
I retreated to my room for a nice shower and night of blissful sleep.