oUR mAN IN Europe, DAVE DELACROIX, ....BY DA Time I GET TO phoenix 1 TO 3.
iN tuscon Arizona, OUTSIDE OF THE city, HAVE u EVER MADE LOVE IN THE COOL, 6.AM. I-ve heard it from Transients, I-ve heard it from drugged out Taxi drivers. I heard it from WACKO Spiritualists. NEVER from Gals who own Ground Coffee Shops where smoking a cigarette is a SIN, though they WILL park U a sandwich, give U eye contact, complain about the last RAINBOW Gathering. Too much nakedness and Gin.
Upstate California, I was invited to some VECCHIO hippy house, deep in the Red Woods. No beer. Just, YO! and Cheers. Couldn't WAIT to depart. Old Hippy Gal WARNED, I say, WARNED my driver, host, BETTER WATCH OUT FOR DAT GUY. HES EVIL!... Mio.
I met NINE/NAH in Pacific Palisades. Righteos middle aged Gal yet in the clutches of a Wanna/be Chef scum bag who had her enchantered, perhaps to this day... Back in the 1970s JIM MORRISON was her neighnour. HE FOLKED OFF to Paris, promptly DIED but left his pet dog, ascant. NINENAH had to try and adopt it. Couple of Meally Doggo brunchies. She RE named it George. One week later George commited suicide under the wheels of a Milk Truck. True story.
By the time U get to Phoenix these memories will be invisible. Nevertheless they are true, I say to U.
c2018,davedelacroix, Sciacca,siciy,june,2018.
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