Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... JAYLENE
Do U know the wind outside your window, do U know the tremor in your bones. Do U know the curdle that washes, rampant in you Soul Do U know the Grift of your energy, a striking swipe and lash on blow or the Devil U feel inside your belly where nothing can grow. Do U feel the spray of the sea that screams, birds-wail, proclaiming all U be....
SO! There I was...with JAYLENE, Professional Hitch-hiker, Trucker Drug Dealer. West Memphis TRUCK STOP. Huge place. Enough NOISE for a Lemmy-MOTORHEAD Arena Concert. Within 15 nano-seconds she-s told me her life story. It was ALL bout Montana. Lassoing Horses, feeding Horses, WRANGLING.. Ranch stuff and apparently, like England, the weather wasn-t TUTTE-MONDO....She spoke some Italian. Figured me out. Had the game on ME. She was dealing Cocoa cola-whatsit to the Truck Drivers as OPPOSED to selling her nubile BUTT. . A CIRCE in need of a Ulysses. Broke and lonesome I fell in behind. It didn't last more than 48 hours. High as a kite I chaperoned her DRUG-DEALING dynamic. She paid for everything. Beer, Cheese-burgers, endless coffees, etc. We never washed or changed our clothes. Lots of SMILES. Go figure!
Exhausting. Anyhow, some Trucker bought an 8-ball. He was on his way to Los Angeles.... JAYLENE on bathroom break.... WE cranked 18-wheeler gears, got outta there. Stayed HIGH till Barstow, California. CIRCE...Jaylene...never got a farewll note!
So there I was. There I WENT.....DO U KNOW the wind outside your window..
c.2019, davedelacroix.
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