Before I went off to university in New Mexico, before I was an AAA class baseball player, before I ran with the Duke and the Phil and the Butch, I was a runner with the Bulls and a speaker of the Bullshit with Ernesto down at Tijuana, hanging out at the Long Bar, pinching the Whores, frequenting the Chichi Jai restaraunte into the wee wee hours of the morning, closing it down, and then traipzing down Avenida Revolucion for a stopover at Mexico Lindos or the Chicago Club, where we rubbed elbows with Errol Flynn and other Hollywood luminaries.
Seen it all, done it all, before my pee pee was wet with the California Thing that rode me as I rode that infamous bus up to Malibu with the Old Windansea Surf Club, mentored by Chuck and that Old Norweigan boy watcher, Thor.
Now, my friends, those were the days, and I will take being Old so that I may have memories like that---not some bullshit fabrication on a video game or website or hollywood movie, which ain't made the way William Wellman used to make them.Bring on the New Year and shall welcome her with open arms and open pants.
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