johnsonboy

Breakfast with the eskimo. She's long and sensuous. Everything that happens around us affects her. She loves it when I tell her she's great but she always argues. Her hair is long and black. A little grey at the roots. Her neck is luscious. I used to write her erotic poems comparing her to different kinds of fruit.
We walked to a little spot close to my apartment. We always go there. Her dad was in the hospital. She was planting redwood trees the other day. She can't make up her mind about anything. I love her but she doesn't love me back.
I guess I'm finally over it so breakfast was nice but it's hard to feel that way anymore. I used to vibrate in a special way when she set there with her neck showing, rolling her eyes and being wistful about everything. We did have a few good times. Once a month for a year or so. Sometimes twice a month. But she couldn't make up her mind.
We're just friends.

Lunch with the gypsy girl . She's a lot younger. At least five guys I know of are in love with her but she doesn't care. She has a boyfriend and she's faithful. That's nice. But she's so sexy they just can't help it. It drives them crazy when she talks to me. So what? Maybe I'm just more interesting. Who knows. We had chinese food in a little town along the river. The restaurant seems to be the only business in the town. All the buildings sag. We went in an old schoolhouse and tried the antique desks.
The flag had 48 stars.

I taught her how to drive a couple weeks ago. She didn't know a thing about it but I told her to stay calm and showed her how to work the gears. Now she rips up and down the road like she's been doing it for years.
She had a show last night. She sings as sweet as rainwater.

Then I went down town and had a couple beers.
I think I went to school for a while in there somewhere.