You end every sentence with *If you know what I mean...*
You're selling yourself on the corner of Chippiwa to pay for Toranto.
You are well aware you are going to die alone.
You're giving condoms to 12 year olds.
You've made the best friends of your life.
You refer to the new members as *hey you* *gopher* or *newbie*.
You have beaten up inanimate objests...ie. bubble wrap, walls, binders, wigs, costumes, clothing racks, cigars.
You skip name and age and go straight for sexual preference.
You know all the words to *Welcome to the Jungle*
You are at sPot more than the employees.
You become cold blooded.
You've made a duck out of a coat hanger.
You've had to search for a coat, shoes, socks, pants, a shirt, bra or underware...or all of them at once.
You've hung a dress out a window to rid it of it's stank.
You can't make kool-aid.
You know that Lurid is more than an adjective...and wish that was all it was.
You've tried every flavor of sPotsicle.
You know more about the theatre than the owner.
When someone says they like you, you reply with either *I know* or *Awwwww.*
You call your friends *mom* or *sis*.
They've changed the locks.
You have made up names for various homeless people.
They have to pay you to come back and work there.
You refuse thier offer.
These people get on your nerves, but you love them like your family. They're the most important people. THey know you better than anyone and for three to four months they are the only people you need or care about.
