One dark night, I took a walk to the grocery

One dark night, I took a walk to the grocery store.

As I walked along, I thought about how I didn't have any money, my kids were brats, my husband was a thug. Right there & then, I just decided to just keep walking, never to return.

That is how I came became involved in race walking. At the Olympics, I had already received one penalty and then tension meant you could almost cut the air with a knife. Race walki

ng was my dream. I drank a rockstar before the Olympic race. I thought about mama as I got up to the start line. My calf started to cramp. No. Please, not now. It convulsed

, pulsating through me. A strange cat-like cry escaped my lips as I doubled over at the start line. I had to race. For Mama. She would be disappointed if I gave up now. My cramp

Raced towards the folding stories booth where I folded stories with the likes of Peter Arno and Peter Lorre. This was filmed for posterity by Man Ray. How exciting could life get?

"I don't know. How exciting could it get?" asked Man Ray."How about I take a Rayograph of you raising this Mannequin while singing 'Manhattan'." I suspected there was a Portmanteau

full of money in it for me, so I did as Man Ray said. Well, Man-Ray claimed it was his artistic vision that earned the prize for the piece, but I maintain that he couldn't have

done it without me or his muse. Kiki was adamant that he admit this. We went on a road trip together afterwards, a little known fact from the 1920s Paris art world. Now you know.