Thirty years ago today
January 14, 1990
Midnight
found me in a West Indian nightclub called Cutty’s Hideaway. I found it too
big, too dark and overcrowded. There were lots of beautiful black women but
they didn’t seem interested in white guys. I was working up the nerve to find
out for sure but the girls kept moving around, meeting their dates or being
asked to dance.
I was reluctant to leave
after having paid a $10 cover but I was discouraged and decided to split. Just
then a white woman who had been sitting nearby asked me to dance. Not long
after we were on the floor she took my hands, put them around her and drew me
close. I think she liked the feel of my big basket rubbing up against her
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