I went to see Dita Von Teese last night at the world Famous House of Blues on Sunset Boulevard for her “Strip Strip Hooray” burlesque extravaganza. This was the last show in Los Angeles before she makes her next stop in New York. “My name is Paulo Murillo,” I told the man holding the clipboard.
Got a text early in the morning from my sister Hazel. My abuelito Paulo Murillo passed away. I was named after this man. Of course we all knew it was coming, but we thought he had a couple of more weeks. We figured he would wait until everyone got their travel plans sorted out to
I recently found my name being used in a heated debate on gay marriage inside the letters section of the website mobile.salon.com. This uppity reader/letter writer quoted me as saying “I’ll never be fat, old, or ugly enough to want to get married”. My initial response was denial, “I NEVER said that! Misquote! MISQUOTE!!!” Then