Product Description
LIPSTICK? CHECK. SMOKES? CHECK. BACKSTAGE PASSES? DEFINITELY A POSSIBILITY. . .
At last, you can finally hook up with the band—and still keep your pants on. Join Beth and Trina, two wonderfully trashy and loveable rocker chicks, as they hit the scene, drink and smoke way too much, and score every groupie’s ticket to ride: backstage passes. The party is right at your fingertips—just scratch and sniff to release the unmistakable aromas of stale beer, cigarettes, marijuana (medicinal, of course), strawberry lip gloss, and even some . . . uh . . . vomit. What happens next is anyone’s guess, but with Beth and Trina in full party mode, you can bet there will be a little bit of latex—and a lot of leather.
At last, you can finally hook up with the band—and still keep your pants on. Join Beth and Trina, two wonderfully trashy and loveable rocker chicks, as they hit the scene, drink and smoke way too much, and score every groupie’s ticket to ride: backstage passes. The party is right at your fingertips—just scratch and sniff to release the unmistakable aromas of stale beer, cigarettes, marijuana (medicinal, of course), strawberry lip gloss, and even some . . . uh . . . vomit. What happens next is anyone’s guess, but with Beth and Trina in full party mode, you can bet there will be a little bit of latex—and a lot of leather.
About the Author
Julie Blattberg is an editor and photographer whose work has been shown in galleries from Soho to Harlem, and has been published in many books. She lives in New York City.
