enjoy good film , plays , music video's Actually not that many plays lately , I snore too loud
Music
Mostly a jazz lover Classical , rock ,latin brazil
Movies
Only the ones i'm in The rest collectivly suc.
Books
an american tradgedy b theodore drieser , sister carrie , frankenstein b mary shelly , Sinclair Lewis ( Oil ) a must read ( the jumgle ) , Feyodor Dostoevsky .( crime and punishment )
About me: I'm happy and married I enjoy life when ever I can and also embrace the hard tymes as they make me stronger so I can deal again and again adnauseum.
I would like to meet norma jean baker( such a lovely irish woman) and the year would be like ohhh say 1947 And she would have that born beautiful sassy/innocence I would of course would be quite the man about town. Very rich from old money. ( a coxman as it was reffered to ) for the tyme period.
we would take a ride from los angeles up the coast high way stop in santa barbara for coffee pop a few more benny's and on our way up to san fran cisco, park at pier 39 and watch the sun come up on alcatraz island,
Get a good room at " The Hotel Drake " have a frenzied passionette , episode and fall asleep
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The Wake up call at 07:00 only shocked me half awake , the sight of Norna jean all wet getting out of the shower locked in my awakeness. She gigled as she nakedly , dripping water ran to the closet for a towel. I din't expect her to do that , she was such an unpridictable girl norma jean was . ===========================================================
It took me fifteen minutes to shower brush my teeth , shave , crap , and dress . We went down stairs for Breakfast before we started out on our journey back to Los Angeles . Half way through my beacon and eggs the hotel garagae captain warned me of a bad wheel beering on the fron left wheel and he would have to get the thing and install it . " Well how long Carl , ?" Well Mr
Beck i'm short two men today , hmmmm I guess I could have it for you this evening some time ======================================================================================================================.
The ride back to Hollywood or " the after math " as I lovingly refer to it , was in utter silence , save , the crickets at dark hours. Norma Jean ' seem reflective her large brown The segue from dark to light seemed unbalanced. its dark on one side and light at the other and then it all mixes in to a pale ight , until later when the hot california sun smilingly cooks all that lyes beneath it.
It was at that very moment the " Kola kooler " billboard flash by me at fifty miles an hour the snap of the air woke Norma Jean . She stretched and pushed her arms way up in the air as her sunglasses fell I could see the bloodshot sad eyes underneath . She got out her little purse mirror to repair her face and hair and she laughed and I laughed when we saw her lovely curly hair was pushed soo that she looked like " Minnie Mouse " I know how vain , well no vain is a cruel word , she was very shy
Staying up all night is sad , very sad , better not to see the sunrise after so much darkness Don't look ,Don't look ............Too late........................................................................................................................
Norma Jean had an interview that morning at eleven hundred hours at Gower Studio . She said she wanted to stop at columbia drug store to pick up makeup. Every body in hollywood has been to " Columbia Drug Store at one time or another. so I pulled up to the curb on sunset and gower morna jean , just opened the door and strode out , with out saying a word.. I watched her as she disappeared in the drug store .
Mashing down on the excelerator of the big new Buick Roadmaster , it seemed to get bigger as it effortlessly pushed its way into traffic . It was already 95 degrees and it was only ten hundred hours
I switched on the air and it blew and blew the air blowing around the blue smoke of my cigarette a dance of sorts if you will.
I made a Uturn on Western and headed back west.
Who I'd like to meet: I would like to meet my self ! I know , Iknow its sounds egotistical , but I harken back to a conversation with Mr. Buck Henry , and even tho we had thrown back many shots of a fine Scotch Whisky he admited to me that ego is good
When I think of all the people I have met lo thees past seven decades of life I think Mr henry and my self were the most honest. And of course Brenda But go ahead say what you will , I know who the fuck I am . Can you say that dear reader ?
why have a not chosen a friend ? That is a good question . If you can guess the answer let me know and win a nyce pack of unfiltered cigarettess . hmmm is that even doable ?
hi what up i jus stop by to show your page sum love n to let u no i just add my new song on my page n please tell your friends to please come n listen to my music please love lakeisha
