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I crashed at Dave’s. Today Dave and I and Rozie and Sam (ooh-lal-la) spent the day at White rRock. But that’s the last time for free- those broads all day, making eyes at everyone on the beach except me.
I need a van or a Stingray to make up for the fact that not that tall or that young anymore. Don’t hand me any bullshit, I’ts hell out there when you’re not. Sure, if I was tall young rich healthy and content I would expect a check to like me for what I am. Howwever I’m not any of above. We were all over the countryside. You should see Rozie in a bathing suit. Instant erection. She’s a babe Barbie doll. It’s not fair.
[Author’s note 2025: you can see I’ve included a few phrases strictly for accuracy. The Rozie referred to here, is the same one whose mother wouldn’t let me date her, but seven years later was begging me to take her. That’s another tale from the trailer court. Rozie was a living doll. It turns out it was her mother advising her to use Dave and I to go out boyfriend hunting. It was all about age, Rozie was seven years younger than me.]
Disney World, back when it was great.
