Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... My Old Friend-s Shoes.
SUMPKIN ain-t right! ...to be known, SOMETIMES, even on a Saturday, amateur night.
Sumpkins ain-t NO. Royalty. When U-ll shake at the KNEES, like U DO, an everyone, pissing it down with rain, becomes U. Wobbly at da knees!
Sumptin, whatever, gotta boog-a-loo, CROSS-EYED, something COUGAR or a VIRGIN in heat, either-way, which, the cornel of your UN-foluting heart=s lapel, a CROWDED cheer... somewhere in Bolshevik litany. HUZZAH!!!
Something aint right. Met my gal at some piss ass Odeon U.K., Northern English Cinema. It may as well as been a CEMATARY. Her dress was borrowed. I-d worned my Dad-s old white raincoat. My old friend-s leather shoes. We hesitantly kissed. Sex was out of the Question. It was 1959. The Movie was in Black and White.
10 years later after 3 failed Bank robberies and 1 failed Kidnapping situ in Switzerland, I knew I-d gone bad. In the Swiss Prison cell block the Chaplain advised me to have a shot at Blackmail in Shanghai-China. I asked him for an Airline ticket.
c2019,davedelacroix
c.2019, davedelacroix. FUCK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
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