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Trashley: Part Thirteen
The pain in Spain
I was so excited to escape Bakersfield and get back to work because I really thrive when I’m getting paid to be an idiot. I’d been writing and producing the MTV show Ex On The Beach since 2018, and my favorite part was going into production. Season one was shot in Hawaii, while seasons two and three were in Malibu, four had been filmed in New Zealand, and season five would be set in Spain. Ex On the Beach is a Queer dating show, and I would like the record to show that I refuse to work on straight projects ever again. The heteros have had enough time in the spotlight: gay is the new straight. Our cast was composed of pansexuals, gays, lesbians, bi-sexuals, trans men and women, and your Mom. We had a lot of the spectrum represented.
I would be leaving my dog, my plants, and my home to Ashley while I was out of the country for almost six weeks. I had never charged Ashley rent to live there, I had just opened up my life and given her the keys to my kingdom. I trusted her, despite my intuition, to keep my things in good condition, and more importantly, alive while I was gone.
I kissed Perci goodbye and Ubered to the airport.
All of my old co-workers met at a bar by the gate, and we got right down to catching up on our lives since we hadn’t worked together in over a year. LM had rescued an elderly…