He's getting winded and he's had a leg cramp since night before last, but Calum Best is determined to outwit and outlast she who will eat his soul.
"Lindsay warned me," Calum may have said. "She told me that I'd lose my fruit and nuts with that one." Of course, Lindsay also told him not to do blow with prostitutes, but he must have forgotten that part. Besides, he was becoming famous himself now - people were coming up to talk to him and take his picture even when Lindsay wasn't around - how totally awesome!
But Calum's newfound celebrity is not all good: he has drawn the ire of she who will eat his soul. She only comes out when a starlet throws away a used-up boytoy. She scoops them up before they can sell all the starlets' secrets to the paps, and takes them back to her cave or hutch or perch or bed of nails. No one knows what happens to them there, but they're rarely seen again in one piece.
Calum's not sure what to do. It was easy being Lindsay's bitch and drug mule - the accommodations were first class and Mom was real friendly, too, if you know what I mean. With she, he'd be clean, warm and well-fed, but that only made him feel like a turkey before Thanksgiving.
