sex and/or theatre(?) pt3

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ok.  just because somebody out there is probably wondering just what happened to blondie and plain jane after the totally unfortunate  previous sordid evening’s misadventure.  can an evening be posseive?   drifting already.  screw it.

no, the ladies did not participate in the the jfk street theatre presentation.  generally speaking that presentation was a male only deal.  though maybe a lady or two was involved a time or two.  sadly i can’t remember.  but probably doubtful.  i mean it was something they would watch for sure but actually get involved with, not very likely, on numerous levels.  drifting.

so the next day was spent on the beach in and out of the water. hung over to the max.  late in the day, for some reason, perhaps in some demented way like a salmon trying to spawn, i wandered over to where blondie had first been spotted.  amazingly enough she was there.  plain jane as well.  blondie, red as an over cooked lobster, but only on the front side.  a goddamn sight to behold.  i was like, whoa, ah um, nice to see you.  what happened?  seems she really did like me and had sat there all damn day, tit side up, waiting for me to travel back up stream while she got the sunburn of her life. 

i got her address which was way west of de onta and phone number.  but i figured i’d never be free from plain jane and any woman who would get a third degree sunburn over some dumb fuck she hardly knew was probably not worth the time and energy involved.  yeah, i never saw her again.  call me stupid or whatever.  however, to this day i still think i made the right call.

frank zappa, ‘one size fits all’.

jmh

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