July 3, 2015

I met her on July 3, 2015.  I was drunk.  

We walked on the Boardwalk.  She held my hand.  

Months later, I was drunk.  She left.

We got together.

Later, we broke up.

Then, we got together, again. 

Rx.

19 months separated between us.  

She sent me a Happy Thanksgiving.

We computed.  

Seems we are fini'.  

Someone, I love, Always

She screamed in my face.

I was stoned.

I reacted.

I went crazy.

I didn't hear her apologize.

I thought she had a 

New boyfriend.  

Seemed, that way.

But. . . 

Never know.  

RFK, Jr. . . .

 . . . should be president.  

But, he'll lost.  

My Old Friend

"My Old Friend" was sent from (deceased) John Lennon (JL) to Carl Perkins subconscious.  

This email is what I had written:

JL send words of a song to Carl Perkins, in a different way.  Carl sings with Paul McCartney who was tears later. See how Paul was emotional.  Carl got the words from JL (who was dead) in a different way.  Here is the song, don't know if I told you.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn19iLYFZKw

My Old Friend [Lyrics]

On the Isle of Montserrat
Though I never shall forget
Just a country boy, a guitar and a song
You invited me in
And you treated me like king
And you’ve given me a reason to go on

My old friend,
Thanks for inviting me in
My old friend,
May this goodbye never mean the end
If we never meet again this side of life
In a little while, over yonder,
Where it’s peace and quiet
My old friend,
Won’t you think about me every now and then

If I told you how I feel
Oh, it wouldn’t sound so real
‘Cause emotions, they are just now settin’ in
But it sure is great to know
That wherever we may go
We can always be the best of friends

My old friend,
Thanks for inviting me in
My old friend,
May this goodbye never mean the end
And if we never meet again this side of life
In a little while, over yonder,
Where it’s peace and quiet
My old friend,
Won’t you think about me every now and then

And I’ll think about you,
My old friend

 

There was this woman . . .

. . . She and I went to 

Hawaii, Paris, Caribbean, etc.

But she loved to 

Tavel.

And she went simply everywhere.

She loved to travel. 

I disappeared.

Handful . . .

 . . .  On the Boardwalk.

It was Love.

Still, I loved her.  

Forever.

Things were odd, 

Long ago.

July 3, 2015.

I was drunk.

I love her

On the Boardwalk.

At that moment.

Forever.

One Great Kiss

It was more than half a century ago. 

We were in the 8th grade.  

It was a brand new party.

The lights went out.  

The music was slow. 

I'm pretty sure I kissed at least 4 or 5 girls.

One of those kisses,

Was astonishing.  

It was the greatest kiss

I had ever experienced.  

3/4

Actually, between three and four times

Of breaking up.

She said, "I need a break,"

In between, three and four.

She was a traveler.

I let her go.

Fourth time. 

She was happy,

I think.

I believe she is happy without me.

Ex's

I've loved a few women.

They don't like me, 

Any more.

It seems. 

At least one woman liked me.

Make-Up

Women usually use make-up.   

Women usually grow longer hair.

Guys don't use make-up, usually.

Women look better with make-up.

Are women more artistic 

with make-up?

Seems so. 

Hallelujah, I'm a Bum [Again] !

watch:  Bum

"Hallelujah, I'm a Bum"; Song [sung] by Al Jolson.  Who re-did the lyrics?  Rodgers and Hart? Apparently. . . . . . . The weather's getting fine.The coffee tastes like wine.You happy hobo, sing,"Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Why work away for wealth When you can travel for your health? It's spring, you hobo, sing,"Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Your home is always near;The moon's your chandelier;Your ceiling is the sky,Way up high. The road is your estate,The earth your little dinner plate;It's spring, you hobo, sing,"Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Rockefeller's busy giving dough away;Chevrolet is busy making cars;Hobo, you keep busy when they throw away.  Slightly used cigars. Hobo, you've no time to shirk.You're busy keeping far away from work.The weather's getting fine.The coffee tastes like wine.You happy hobo, sing,"Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Why work away for wealth When you can travel for your health?  It's spring, you hobo, sing,"Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Your home is always near;The moon's your chandelier;Your ceiling is the sky, Way up high. The road is your estate,The earth your little dinner plate;It's spring, you hobo, sing,"Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallelujah,_I%27m_a_Bum?fbclid=IwAR2IKRQEXUGdF9dXhWAGh33FmebocbfA8SnQ6vkVO7KrJ7XXeMBpYuTY6cg

https://www.amazon.com/Hallelujah-Im-Bum-Al-Jolson/dp/B00005S8KT