Thirty years ago today
Sometime after
last call at the Claremont I was dancing by myself when a guy came over to
where Nancy was sitting and started talking with her. After a few minutes I
looked back and saw that he had his hands all over Nancy's face. After the
beer, the glass of wine and the tequila shooter she'd had she was drunk and in
that state seemed willing to let him have his way. I walked over and asked him
what was going on. He said, "We're just having a chat." I told him,
"Well you can keep your hands off her while you're having your chat!"
He said, "Okay" and left.
Nancy and I walked
home after closing time and I was really pissed off at her.
Later that day I took Yvette's camera to
Caribana and shot four rolls of film, two of which turned out to be motion
picture film.
No comments:
Post a Comment