Right now BabaWawa,
with help from that
Brit who interviews rich people about their lives, is doing the musical Michael
Jackson. This might be good. I don't know. Jackson can't be entirely stupid, if he can
dance like that.
The 'guy?' can dance his butt off. I respect that. I was
only drunk and stoned enough to do his moon dance thing twice in my life, but when I
accomplished it, I loved doing it and having done it. I might get up and try it right now.
It is only a foot thang.
I didn't mean by that "I was there" Gulf War
One thang that I was some sort of hero for going there, even though I have a medal
for it. Who gave me the medal? I went because I was broke and pissed off, and luckily I
had a Z-Card, so I could get aboard a ship and have the time of my life for four or five
years.
The sunsets at sea. The storms. Four times the Sargasso Sea, that floating, changing, sea of seaweed which few people see.
Five times the Suez Canal, once the Panama Canal; once becoming a Turtle Back, one who has
sailed on a ship above the Arctic circle one time. European whores, weed mixed with
cigarette tobacco in wonderful dingy Spanish bars, happy people.
Super weed in Holland
in the back seat of a Mercedes cab. Seeing the White Cliffs of Dover from the
sea. Riding the French bullet train all the way north from Marseilles, with very
good coffee, and with the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon, and with her
daughter, the same age-- and almost as gorgeous as mine.
I was missing a front tooth; no way I could 'score' the
mother, but her daughter shared drawings with me. Riding that air-powered craft right onto
the beach at Dover. That war was fun. I had fun, and I made money like never before. That
does not make war right, just because I had fun during the last one.
- bill -- Sure glad I checked my E today!
Every thing I do will be funky, from now on.
-luvyerfriendbill --Sure glad I checked my E today!
Want more Bill#1, Bill#2, Bill#3, Bill#4, or Bill#5?
& Wild Life, Unusual Oregon
