Just chawing on a Twizzler, admiring the

Just chawing on a Twizzler, admiring the stupid rhinos.

"Do you like the rhinos?" Jenny asked me. I offered her a Twizzler stick to chaw on, but she shook her head from side to side which meant she didn't care for some. "Stupid is as

stupid gets. Now answer me, do you like rhinos?" Jenny implored again. I nodded uncertainly. "Good." and she unzipped herself and stepped out as a rhino. "This is who I am!"

It hit me then that when Jenny said she was having rhinoplasty- she meant it! Instead of adjusting her nose to the rest of her, she went all rhino! How many times a day to feed her

headed for the river it was a solemn day for both of us. I could see she was torn between kindly reluctance and expectant exuberance. Jenny turned and said in her new rhino voice,

"I want to bedazzle my horn to camoflage it from poachers," whispered rhino Jenny. I under took the arduous journey to the Swarovski Kristallwelten in old Osterreich with forebodi

-ng. They had overpriced rhinestones, but it was imperative that rhino Jenny get these baubles in order to hide her nose-horn. The ghost of Liberace offered to pay the difference,

The nose-horn cost Jenny her job at McDonald's so she went into playing piano. Liberace and his ghost were always following her. Even on the subway, they got on without paying.

The city was rampant with ghosts and the homeless. Both lost souls, searching for something out of their grasp. Maybe that explained why they paid Jenny as a street performer.