The qualudes made me do it.
Friday, January 12, 2007 at 19:24 
Home in New York at last. Weather is not bad at all. Not 75 or 80 degrees like in South Florida. It is more like 50 and less. Not so bad. I forgot, talking about the weather means you are getting old according to Janet's brother and he is a pretty smart guy. It was so nice to see my cats, Mangus and Quentin. They really did miss me. Purring so loudly that they kept me up for hours longer then normal, but I do love that sound more then any other.
"Hey, what do you want to do tonight?"
"I don't care."
" How about we go into town and go dancing?"
"Sounds good to me. Let's wear something sexy and meet some guys what do you think?"
" I think so. This is Fire Island the home of sex, drugs and whatever. Look over there, he is really cute. I'm going to talk to that guy. He looks so bored just sitting on the dock doing nothing at all. Hey there, do you know where I can get some qualudes?"
" Say what?"
" Do you know where I can get some, oh sorry."
" How about a drink instead?"
" Sure, cute guy. Your name is?"
" John."
"OK, let's head over to the Alligator. A good bar with good drinks and a good music. Thanks. Sound cool."
[Flashback from my days in Fire Island, Ocean Beach when I was 17 or 18, who remembers, who cares. I had fun though.]



Reader Comments (3)
Black "Mamba: Of course he did."
Bill: "Why didn't you tell me?"
Black Mamba: "I'm a bad person."
Okay...just kidding! ('o')