My buddy Buds been around, so Ive been eating--thats the news--but also eating well: watermelon in the morning, avocado and almond butter sandwiches in the midday, and spaghetti marinara like my Mom used to make in the evening. Mi piace. Today we found ourselves in Newport Beach. I ate an enormous burrito, drank a mojito, then a huge bucket of margarita(s); it was amazing, and I cant even describe it; there was a lot of beer too, as I recall. It was crazy loud; it was Happy Hour. Then we found ourselves in this bar on the beach, Blackies. There was this woman, Leila, spelled the Hawaiian way, about forty, having escaped Kansas City and an abusive husband. I told her her hair was beautiful; I told her I wanted to hear her story, and she told me; I couldnt resist stroking her skin, so smooth, so... expensively moisturized. She was so beautiful! I drank and drank, and smiled at Leila. I sneaked my e-cig, uncertain of the policy, but it was fine. Such a sparkle in her eye! But, I was getting sleepy, and, I dont have any money, and I think Leila needs a rich guy. A Newport guy. I wished her all the love and the luck in the world; I touched her beautiful shoulder. Ah! Bud and I left then, and stopped on the way back to the shop here where we live and got a twelve-pack, and were drinking it now. So ist das Leben; was tut man in dem Fall? Leila! I wish you love!
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 06:54:47 +0000
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