
I'm sitting in the Baltimore airport waiting to board my plane home to New York. Through the window the world is rather gray. Overcast and dreary. Perfect hoodie weather. I keep watching everyone walk by, hoping it will be John Waters. No such luck, but I keep imagining everyone as characters from his movies. There are no Divines or Ricki Lakes walking around, just the humdrum of ordinary folks in ordinary clothes. The suburban life that John MORE







































