Cherie – Chapter 56 – Can’t Get You Out Of My Head

“Don’t even think about it, because I’m not in the mood.”

WARNING: THIS POST IS A LITTLE NSFW!

So, Cherie was finally coming down to see me. It’s been a couple of months. I’m fine with it, but there’s a certain divide that occurs when people aren’t together for long periods of time.

Between raising her son, going to school full time, and working at Children’s Hospital there isn’t much time left over for me. That, and her Saab was in the shop for awhile.

But on the other hand, I’m only off two days a month! So at this point it’s nearly impossible. But I finally got a day off and she made arrangements to get down here. She can only be down here from 12:30 to 6pm. Which is fine with me. Anytime to just reconnect with my girlfriend is enough.

She texts me that she’s parking, so I head out of my apartment to meet her. It’s a mild day in Rittenhouse.

The original plan was to go to the movies, but because of her limited time and the length of time that we’ve been apart, We settled on late brunch. Besides, why would I want to sit in a movie theater for two hours next to the woman I should be looking at, listening to, and communicating in general with? It just didn’t make sense.

I’m walking south on 16th street when I see her across the street. I smile and she waves. She looks great. She’s wearing her hair in braids. It looks exotic and gorgeous. She’s got on a red jacket with some gold trim over a one piece black clingy dress. The hemline is mid thigh and she’s got on a pair of knee high boots. I love skirts and boots. Just a peek of knees and thighs.

We hug and start chatting. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really at the moment.”

“As you know, we’re near my house. You could rest for a bit after your long drive.”

“Okay, but don’t even think about it, because I’m not in the mood.”

I’m stunned. This is the hot nymphomaniac that I’ve been writing about for over two years! I didn’t even know she had that phrase in her vocabulary! It’s been over two months since I’ve seen her.

“That’s why you didn’t want to go to the movies. You just wanted to get at me.”

“I didn’t want to go to the movies because I wanted to spend time with you and see you because it’s been awhile.”

This sort of thing has happened once before. There was a period last June where we were apart for and extended amount of time. When we finally were together she was resistant to my affection. But I charmed my way back in.

It just feels like there’s a thicker coating of permafrost on her heart today.

We get to the house and she sits on the bed. We start talking and she’s telling me story. I get on the bed with her and start kissing her cheek and neck.

She pulls away.

I try to caress her soft thigh.

More resistance. Of course at this point I stop. Girlfriend or not...No means no.

So we chat for a bit more and I’m enjoying her story. But I haven’t seen her in a long time and I miss her. I know Cherie very well and I know she’ll yield to her own desires. I just need to move slowly and gently.

We start kissing. I’m holding my love in my arms. She’s warming up. I know what she wants me to do. I toss a thick folded blanket onto the floor beside the bed. (I have hardwood floors and my knees aren’t what they once were.

She slides toward me and as she does her skirt hikes up past her thighs.

“If you want me you’re going have to pull my panties off me. Show me how bad you want it.”

I’m kissing her thighs and knees as I curl my fingers into the waistband of her white lace panties.

“Can you please lift that delicious derriere my dear?”

Cherie raises her hips upward and I slide her underwear down her legs and off. I grab her thighs and pull her towards the edge of the bed. Spreading her thighs I reveal her small shaved vulva. I’m getting a bit aroused just writing about her. I love her so much, and God, I’ve missed her and this special time together.

I go to work on her and it’s difficult to tease her much, because I’m starving for her. Cherie responds accordingly to my deft tongue and lips. We’ve been together for over a year. I know exactly how to please her and get her going.

That escalates rather quickly as her nympho side kicks into high gear. She can take it no more and my pants and socks are off in a flash. I’ve had plenty of practice.

I climb up on top of her and slowly ease myself into her.

It is glorious. (And WAY overdue!)

The sex is thundering as it always is between us and within minutes she’s losing it.

“I’m coming….I’m coming… Ooohhhhhhhhh!!!!”

Cherie is the most orgasmic woman I have ever met. She really is in tune with her body. I’m whispering in her ear mocking her earlier words as I’m pounding her into the mattress.

“Don’t even think about it. Cause I’m not in the mood. Think about your words, Cherie. Think about them and think about where you are now.”

I know it sounds a little mean, but it’s not. Cherie is a strong woman, but in the bedroom, totally submissive. She likes me to be dominant with her, and I deliver.

I’m going to just keep going and let her get to at least three before I’ll climax. I always make sure that she gets all of hers before I get mine. At this point, mine won’t be long from now. We’re pounding each other like rutting dogs and the power is building up.

Cherie has now come, once, twice and now thrice!

I can’t hold back anymore. I quickly pull out and just put my left hand out like a shield in front of my turgid member. I come with such great force, I nearly blow my hand off.

Cherie literally backs away on the bed so she isn’t hit by any ‘friendly fire.’

We regain our composure and are both feeling happy and relieved.

“Ohhh…. That was awesome.”

We get cleaned up and I realize we’re both completely dressed from the waist up. Her dress is still on and even her jacket is still on. I removed only the necessary clothing to have sex with Cherie.

Efficient as well as utilitarian.

We get dressed and head out. She has to feed the meter so we take care of that before brunch.

“Hungry now?”

“I think I’ve worked up an appetite.”

The entire time we’re together we’re telling stories and catching up on lost time. We spend a substantial amount of time discussing our relationship. We need to figure out a way to spend more time with each other. I tell her that I’m going to take off every other Saturday. Cherie likes that idea and she’s going to see what she can do on her end. We’re  going to also try to arrange a few lunch dates during the week if possible.

We end up going to Marathon on 19th and Spruce. It’s close to the house. I love Marathon. Think of an upscale diner with delicious locally farmed comfort food.

It’s really been a great day with my girlfriend. I realize how sweet she is and how much I truly love her.

If you read this blog you’ll know that I get into all different situations, but no one gets hurt and I compartmentalize my life. The blog isn’t going to write itself and I need content and followers. I’m good at playing different roles in each sector of my life.

Many people worked on the Manhattan Project. They all did their different jobs creating the atomic bomb, but no one knew what the other one’s role was. That was created to keep it top secret. That’s how I roll. I have many characters in my life. Some don’t have to ever meet other ones and I never show all of my cards to anyone in this card game we call life.

We finish our meal and I walk her to her car. We’ve been together for six hours and she has to get back. I kiss her sweet lips goodbye and ask that she texts me so I know she got home safe.

Until next we meet.

Now back to my busy life.

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 55 – State of the Heart – Part 2

It’s glorious. I know some guys would want some more time with their girl but I like being alone. It’s perfect.

Can you imagine having a loyal, chill girl who is fit and loves sex that you don’t have to see all the time, and can split like a ripe melon twice a month?

I know it sounds like a booty call but it’s just the distance and busy factors that keeps us apart. When she can come down and she’s on her monthly cycle we go to the movies and dinner and I get a break. Sex with Cherie is the best I’ve ever had based on her raw satisfaction and how much she cums. Guys, can you even imagine having a girl nearly 30 years your junior that goes wild and is unbelievably satisfied every time you fuck her? It’s like living in a parallel universe. It’s like God himself has sent me the perfect girl to fuck.

No drama.

She keeps all of her family drama from you and just gives it to you the way you want it.

She’s a woman who wants you all the time. Super horny. She is a neuroscience major at Temple, works at CHOP and is a cool mom. But in the bedroom she wants you to flip her every which way and fuck the shit out of her. Whatever you want. Very much running her life every minute of the day, but in bedroom you use her like a fuck doll.

It’s glorious.

But sweet and nice and normal. It’s almost like God said “You took in your daughter at 18 when she was at a breaking point with that piece of shit ex-wife of yours… I’ll give you one more girl. She’s on the right side of thirty. She’s going to love you unconditionally and make you feel like a fucking god when you fuck her.”

I’m a good person and everyone in my life knows it but I haven’t been the best boyfriend to Cherie.

But she’s been really absent at times.

I know that’s no excuse for my gross behavior but I’ve been careful. The blog isn’t going to write itself. I know that’s no excuse, but I’ve done what I’ve done because I’m not getting any younger.

I tell my friends like Johnny R. to compartmentalized their lives. I’m great at that but most guys I know aren’t. It’s sad that they don’t see the big picture. You can absolutely love a woman and be true to her in your heart and mind. But you can still act out for activity that seems interesting and is of a certain variety. It’s not cheating. You’re committed to her. You’re just exploring some other entertainment.

I can’t replace Cherie. I love her. I cherish that she actually is committed to me and loves me over the distance and hasn’t dumped my old ass at the side of the road.

But like I said, the blog won’t write itself and I’m always looking for new content. Sometimes I feel now after two years, I’m driven by the art. I probably am. I need to feed my child. I created this tome and I must keep her nourished. But I can’t sacrifice my relationship with Cherie.

She may be the greatest girl I’ve ever met. Young, fit, smart, and so easy to be with. She’s always telling me how she loves me more than I love her. That’s amazing, easy and fun.

I haven’t seen her in two months and it’s working on both of us. Cherie has been dealing with finals at Temple and everything else. Her two jobs and her son have to be a lot. We text a lot and I think we’re cool but she’s really frustrated. I kind don’t know why she can’t hop on the train to come here and get what she claims she needs so badly.

But I don’t want to press. I know we’re good from our texts and I just have to deal with our crazy schedules.

I want this relationship to survive, because I don’t want anybody but you, Cherie.

You’re that good. You could be my final girl.

Can you imagine that you win the prize as a doctor that gets to push me around in a wheelchair when I completely fail?

I suck, and you’d do it because you are that magnificent as a woman.

I think of your experience and I know it’s very difficult and there is a lot of moving parts to your life that I can’t see, Cherie. But I love you so much when you’re with me for no reason other than you’re you and I’m me. Every day with you has been magic. Every time I’m with you it has always been easy and loving and sweet. We’re a match. I love you with all of my heart, Cherie.

I can see myself married to you.

I was walking through Rittenhouse and it was a hot summer day and you were half-naked, and I found that hot as shit. But the thing I felt talking to you was in that moment, was I’d love to be married to Cherie. She’d be an incredible wife and mom.

I had sworn off marriage in 2001 and here I was looking at Cherie knowing I’d love to wake up every day next to my sweet queen, Cherie.

Not anyone else…

I’ve been a pig.  But have I? We’re fine. I’ve had some dalliances in a very British way. Nothing came of it and we’re fine. It’s been two months since I’ve seen you and it’s killing me but let’s figure it out, doll. Even if you can come down for a couple of hours I’ll do whatever you want honey….

Anything….

 

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If She Does These 11 Things, Your Girlfriend Is a Keeper

Put a ring on it.

We all want true love in our lives — it’s finding the right person to give you that love that’s the hard part. There are so many different types of people, and a million different ways to meet them. So how can you be sure you’ve found the right one? How do you know if the girlfriend you’ve chosen is perfect for you?

If you’re wondering whether the woman you’re dating is truly relationship material, there are a few traits you should look for. Here are the 11 signs the woman you’re with knows how to be a good girlfriend. Don’t ever let someone like this go!

1. She’s supportive.

She’s a fan of all your endeavors and doesn’t delight in belittling you, mocking your efforts, or generally ruining your mojo. If you feel you have a mission or calling in life, you need someone who will help, not hinder.

2. She’s a good person.

If you can’t think of half a dozen or so reasons why this is the case, then we have a problem. “She’s sexy” and “I want to sleep with her” do NOT count as reasons that she’s a good person, by the way.

Attraction and infatuation are all very good, but can lead you into the trap of an instantly heavy relationship — and those rarely last.

3. She’s honest.

Even when it’s not easy to hear. Sure, you’ll get along just fine with a “yes” woman… for a while. But to build something with lasting potential, you need someone who is there to call you on our BS.

Also, an honest person who is not afraid to say how they feel about things will be less likely to say stuff to please you, and then put up with something they actually dislike — that’s the road to resentment, which can destroy relationships.

4. She the perfect candidate to take home to mom.

…or anywhere else. You shouldn’t worry about your girlfriend being rude to family or causing a scene during a date. If she’s great fun for a night out or in the bedroom but nowhere else, it’s a non-starter.

5. You have chemistry.

I don’t mean Coke & Mento’s chemistry — explosive is not what you’re after. I’m talking about sharing a sense of humor, making each other laugh, and having complimentary personalities. If this chemistry grows, then you know you’re onto a good thing.

6. She’s not still dealing with ex-drama.

We all have them, but how we relate to them or describe our relationship with them says a lot about how available we are. If she’s still fighting with them, she’s probably not available and worse, is demonstrating how things will end in your relationship.

Note: if she’s still best buds with her ex, that’s possibly not a great sign either.

7. She has good relationships with her family and friends — and yours.

Family and friends are important in relationships. If she can’t respect these areas of your life, then she’s not the one for you. Whatever your beliefs, she needs to live with and respect them.

She might not think all your friends are great, but she shouldn’t be too selective about which of them she wants to spend time around. If she does that, she’s making it harder for you to be around them, and effectively limiting our contact with them. That should ring your “she’s trying to change who I am” alarm bell.

8. She gives you the space you need.

To fix cars, climb mountains, play video games, put the world to rights over beers with your friends, or whatever you want to do in your free time. Crying, fighting or sulking when you choose to do those things once in a while isn’t a good sign.

9. She’s not your usual type.

If you have a usual type, then you’re likely repeating relationship mistakes by choosing not just the same physical type, but also the same toxic behavioral traits in women.

The fact that things are different, and she’s a tall, quiet brunette when you have a trail of short, bubbly blonde exes is a good indicator, rather than something to worry about.

10. She likes herself.

Someone who isn’t comfortable in their own skin is hell to deal with. Occasional compliment fishing or looking for reassurance about something is on the normal scale. However, someone looking for that stuff all the time shows no confidence and will wear out even the most patient man.

11. She forgives easily.

One little grudge fosters resentment and can destroy a relationship. Many grudges are a recipe for disaster.

If she shows that she bears grudges and finds it difficult to forgive and move on with exes, colleagues, or in any area of life, then she’s not the one for you. You don’t want a pushover, but someone who understands that the past is the past and can leave it where it belongs.

 

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Cherie – Chapter 44 – Sister Love

As you know, Cherie is visiting with her brother who is stationed in Japan with the US Navy. He works in Intelligence so we don’t know what he does, but he’s working hard to keep America safe. Her whole family went over there for two weeks. So until she gets back I’m going to hold you over with a funny little story.

Not too long ago I went over to Cherie’s house to take her out to dinner. I get there and her younger sister, (who is smoking hot) answers the door. She’s wearing a white tank top and denim cutoffs. It’s obvious she isn’t wearing a bra.

This is what I’m talking about…

“Hi Serena.”

“Hey there. (Big smile) Cherie’s not home yet but you can come in and wait if you want.”

“Sure, thanks.”

“I join her on the couch and we’re watching TV. I text Cherie and she says she’s tied up with patients. She apologizes and said she should be home within an hour.”

I was a bit disappointed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ahh.. she says she’s not going to be home for like and hour. It’s no big deal.”

Serena is just staring at me and smiling. Her one foot is up on the couch and she’s rubbing her shin.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re a beautiful young lady, Serena.”

“Cherie’s told me about you.”

“Oh really? I hope it’s all good stuff.”

“Oh it’s good alright.”

She leans toward me, her face close to mine.

“Since Cherie won’t be home for about an hour, why don’t you take me upstairs and fuck me real good like you fuck my big sister?”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me. Gimme that dick hard and deep just like you give it to Cherie all night long. I want you to make me cum over and over like you make my sister cum. Take me upstairs and fuck me, Daddy.”

 

I got up off the sofa and walked out the front door.

 

And who do I see standing in the driveway?

 

Cherie.

 

She runs toward me and gives me a big hug and a kiss.

 

“Cherie…you’re home. I thought you wouldn’t home for like an hour.”

 

“It was a test.”

 

“What?”

 

“Yea. I put Serena up to it. I needed to know if I could really trust you. She’s a cutie, and you passed the test with flying colors. You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

“Wow. You’re something, honey. You know I’d never do anything like that. Especially not with your little sister. I love you.”

“I love you too, and I trust you completely. I’m sorry I did that, but like I said, you passed with flying colors. Thank you!”

“Of course. Ready to go to dinner?”

“Yea. I’m starved.”

We hopped in the car and off we went.

 

The moral of this story is this:

 

Leave the condoms in the car.

 

Disclaimer: The story you just read is complete fiction. I just wanted to give you all a little chuckle while Cherie is away in the Orient. She’s doing great and she’s been texting me. I’m happy she’s with her family and they’re having a marvelous time!

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 41 – Wish Upon A Star

Happily, it has only been a week since I saw Cherie. She says she wants to come down on Sunday for a few hours. I finish at the salon at 4pm. She says she can get there around 5pm. I ask her when she has to leave and she tells me that she’ll probably head back home around 8pm.

Perfect.

She also tells me she’s on her period and I’m thrilled. I love Cherie. I really do, but lately with our schedules and all of the time apart, when we’re together it’s really just felt like booty call after booty call. I love our sex. That shit is FIRE! But I miss the dating and romance we once had. I mean, we still have it but we haven’t had any time to do anything other than have sex because of limited time constraints and just our raw need for each other.

Priorities, man!

So I look to see what movies are playing and there is one I think she’ll like at 5:50 at the Riverview Theater down on Columbus Blvd. I find a movie. It’s called, Wish Upon. It’s a horror movie and Cherie loves horror.

So I head home after work and clean up, change my shirt and get the AC on in my house.

Baby arrives on time and tells me she’s parked the Alpha Romeo down the street at 18th and Pine. I turn off my AC and scamper down there. I hop in and her AC in the car is frosty! The weather’s been so hot lately it’s a welcome relief.

I’m so happy to see her. She looks amazing. I immediately kiss her. She seems happy too. Her skin looks gorgeous and her lips are ripe. Her hair is all long braids of gold, copper and ebony.

Hot as shit!

I GPS our way down to the theater. The drive gives us a chance to catch up a bit on all the stuff that’s been happening with her life. School, work, son, family. She says she and her whole family are going to Japan to visit her brother and his wife. Her brother works in Navy Intelligence, so we don’t know what he does really. But I’m really happy for her and her son and her family.

I bring her up to speed on my stuff, Trish busted for cocaine and fired, going out drinking with Jill and Jill getting kicked out of her halfway house because of Trish. Also fired. Then Monster Mike stealing money from the salon and we fire him, and now it’s just down to me and Achilles. Because at least we know the only two people left are at least dependable and trustworthy! I tell her about the Ghost concert and that whole fiasco, but other than that I’m gushing about how happy I am to see her and that we’re going on a proper date.

We get there and there is tons of parking under I-95. I remind her that we parked under here for our first movie date. She remembers how we smooched in the car on that cold November day last year.

We head in, get the tickets, and go directly to hour theater. It’s small but there aren’t many people in the 5:50 show on a Saturday in the summer. We’re about 10 minutes early so there are loads of commercials playing on the screen, and then another 15 minutes of trailers for all the idiots who can’t get to the movies on time. The film begins and there is cuddling, caressing, hand holding and a little necking.

Now this is what I’m talking about. I miss this part of our relationship. Normally in every other relationship I’ve ever been in, it’s like a bummer when your girl is on her period. But I rejoice in my girlfriend’s menstrual cycle! We actually get to go on a fun date for a change. I tell her we must do more of this.

Check out the trailer:

 

Pretty awesome, right? We both really enjoyed this film. I really recommend it. It’s got some really suspenseful scenes and also some good scares. What I find funny about it, the main character gets this magic box that grants 7 wishes. But because she’s in high school she wishes for a bunch of high school girl stuff. It’s great! If you like scary movies with a cool story, you should see it.

After the film we head back to the car. It has started to rain a little bit, but we’ve never minded the rain. Just like on our very first date! We run under the freeway to where all of the cars are parked. and hop into the Alpha and smooch a bit. I love Cherie so much. She seems to be managing her life better lately. She was really going through a rough patch for about a month or so there. But everything seems to be back on track and my chill, sweet soul sister is back.

She drives me back to my place and I tell her how much I’ve enjoyed today and how we have to keep doing this.

She wholeheartedly agrees.

“Drive carefully dear, and text me when you get home so I know your safe.”

“I will. I’ll be careful.”

“I Love you, Cherie.”

“Love you more.”

She smiles and off she goes.

 

 

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Wildwood Daze – 1980 – Joette and Lola

16 year old Joette Carty and yours truly in 1980.

God… I never realized how good looking I was back then.

I’m the rhythm guitarist for the the Union Jacks. I’m in relationship with a 14-year-old girl and then I meet Joette.

Anne lives in Newark and I met her at the and of the summer when things were slim.I  was desolate. She was hot, young, and available.

you thought she was 16.

I always had a thing for long-legged Joette. The flautist that liked Niel Diamond and Barry Manilow. You knew that those guys were brilliant but my life was Aerosmith.

It’s the dead of winter. I’m in this band, but trapped in a high school where I know like one guy. And he’s in my band! I see this one girl wo’s in the school band, named Joette. She’s tall, pretty and blonde.

I loved that back then. Now I like more ethnic looking women, but that’s probably because I live in  city. There is so many different kind of beauty here in Philly.

The song says: “If you can’t be with the one you love… Love the one you’re with.”

My little girlfriend, Lola was in Newark, NJ. Joette was here. Live and present.

I liked tall, blonde long-legged women back then. I loved ex ex ex girlfrind Michelle and she had lovely legs when I knew her.

But Lola wan’t around and I’m stuck in this desolate shithole of a town and I start crushing on Joette.

Look at the photo. I was a good-looking guitarist in a local band and she was a musician too. We had different tastes in music but come on… You know it’s going down in Wildwood.

So we hook up.  She seems nice. Her mom seems nuts. Her parents are divorced. My drummer Brian tells me he went to high school with her crazy brother Joe.

Her mom is on a bureau drawer amount of pills, and Brian tells me her brother Joe once took his belt off and beat a teacher in class once before being kicked out of school.

Yea… she’s hot. This’ll be good.

It actually was. Her mom kept her little helpers in check and liked me. Her crazy brother actually liked me too because he said I was the first nice guy that was good to his sister.

That was a nervous moment.

Joette and I were and item through the cold desolate winter that year and i enjoyed my time with her. I still saw Lola when she came down but Joette was my constant local main squeeze.

I just loved her because she had long legs and she was built like a woman. Tall and lovely.

Great flute player.

Totally different from what I did at the time.

 

Spring rolled around and I was pretty wrapped up in Joette. I rmember my mom telling me that Lola was on the phone and wanted to talk to me.

The summer was about to break and that is an exciting time. You as a native are going to crawl out of the horrible darkness of the winter and stand in the sun again on a warm sunny beach. Surrounded by friends and new talent.

Living in Wildwood in the winter is like being lost at sea at night for months. The cold lonely nights. The isolation. The depression. The beauty of the place that feels like a windy prison.

It’s awful. I wouldn’t wish it on any child. resort towns need to be a summer fun spot to be enjoyed but the rest of the year is terrible for its youth.

It’s like any podunk shit town in america.

I’m with Joette now… Lola is on the phone. She says how much she’s looking forward to coming down this summer and us being together and being in a relationship.

“I love you.”

“Uhhh….” ( I can’t do it. I’ve been with Joette all winter thorough the darkness that is this island my sisters and I have been dropped off on.)

“Chaz… do you love me?”

“Ahh…”

So back then at 18 I was pretty much romantically bankrupt. I didn’t know how to compartmentalize like I can now. I was and absolute neophyte when it came to matters of the heart. i was a dumb teen that wanted what he wanted when he wanted it and never thought of the repercussions of my actions.

It’s sad that I couldn’t see that. I simply wanted the thing in front of me now and could no longer think of the little girl who fell in love with me at the end of last summer.

But living in Wildwood and being in a band changes a boy. There’s a certain curse you hold being in that godforsaken town in the winter. If you’ve been following this series, there is something that happens to the youth in this town and you affix to it because you have no other choices.

It’s unhealthy to raise children from the city on an isolated island where nothing is happening.

You did it for yourself dad.  Plus you were already running your program with your hot secretary pool down here sir.

It was a natural progression of you continuing your agenda of inner unhappiness about it affected a few people along the way dude.

It made me cold and calculating in my Romantic life, dad. Passionate like you, but I had the same romantic bankruptcy that you had.

I remember I once asked you… “What if you got a girl pregnant and she had a kid that was yours. What would you do?”

“Well I don’t know that kid and I didn’t raise him so… nothing.”

Okay.

So I’m on the landline in the dining room with my little girlfriend on the phone asking me if I still love her and how much she wants to be with me and I’m ambiguities.

That’s cold.

I remember doing that to Lola.

That was shitty.

I’m not a good person in this moment.

I have my band which is rocking. I have established my place here as someone. I have a hot blonde girlfriend. The summer is approaching. I know what the summer looks like here.

Non stop fun and gorgeous teenage girls I want to spend time with. I will meet them and love them as they arrive in droves. Literally delivered to me after this horrible winter of discontent.

I mis my life and friends in Philly. I have been banished from all that i know, but the fun is returning.

Any minute now.

It’s June. I’m going to graduate high school.

All I want to do is have fun and play guitar in a band.

I want to be Joe Perry.

Lola is crying on the phone. I can’t commit to this summer being her boyfriend.

I felt nothing, selfish juvenile cunt that I was back then.  (look at the photo)

We hung up and I knew it was over. But i didn’t care. i was glad i didn’t have to deal with her anymore.

I just wanted to work at Hunt’s Pier and play in my band and go to clubs and have fun.

I was just a typical asshole guy I suppose. I hurt a young girl’s heart and didn’t feel a thing, too self-absorbed in my own success.

But I will tell you… when you pull shit like this no matter what your age, you leave a hole. You will trip over that hole later in life and have to somehow fill it in and fix that hole.

Because although you put a whole in a person, you left a hole in yourself.

You will have to fix that son.

 

Lola was heartbroken and found solace in my lead guitarist Jim. Classic. I can’t have Chaz, so I’ll be with his best friend. I never gave a shit after that, because I was emotionally bankrupt. I’m sure Jim never enjoyed her at the level i did.

Oh, and Joette. With in a week after dumping Lola and the summer exploding in full swing… I dumped Joette too.

The shark needs to swim. Great White needs to hunt. It’s the summer of 1980 and the island is on fire.

 

 

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