Michael "Jersey" Keough -- who by ALL RIGHTS would have died summer of 2012 of COPD
Currently, Jersey lives at 10 Henry Street, Wilmington.
I did not MENTION the several times that married Muslim men in "Ya-Ya's" immediate family had UNZIPPED for me -- THEIR idea, and a surprise to me (but had to push it all back in -- due to a customer pulling into their lot).
There have been more US Senators arrested for sexual misconduct in bathrooms than trans people. #NorthCarolina
The young woman was already half out the door, and bent over in hilarity, while the young man looked STUNNED. So I said, "Well, she might be confused, but I'm no hypocrite -- did you think I'm CHRISTIAN???"
So I then told him truthfully that I found him just TOO SEXUALLY HOT, but too young for me, so I'd better leave -- which I did after paying for my cigarettes.
As I was pulling back onto Market Street, I spied Michael "Jersey" Keogh hurrying across the street to the bus stop on my side. He looked JUST LIKE HE ALWAYS LOOKED in 2011 and 12 -- in regulation hoody and "down-beat" clothes, carrying what appeared to be a liter bottle in a brown paper sack -- but steady on his feet -- so likely he's still off the alcohol!!!
I pulled back into a later entrance to my same parking lot, then into the space closest to his spot, honked, rolled down my window, and called "Jersey! JERSEY!!!"
He immediately reversed course and crossed back to his original side of the street and sat down at THAT bus stop. I drove by, yelling and honking, but he just stared forward blankly, so I decided to leave him alone.
Jersey's best friend and co-conspirator back in those days, Robert Arnold Trahan, left for Texas/Oklahoma, a few months before I returned to Puerto Vallarta in early 2012.
Temple of Israel was built in 1895.
I parked across the street and Kathleen came over to my window to talk (it always helps when I'm not LOOMING over a person). She looked so much HEALTHIER and HAPPIER than when I met her late December, 2015 -- and said NO ONE bothers her in Kenan-built Carolina Apartments (1905 as a hotel where Heads of State and Royalty have stayed).
Kenan Fountain was turned back on for the season on Good Friday!!!
Funny, that like my high school girlfriend "Christine M. Busch" and my sister Jane, she said she has GIVEN UP on sex. But the BIGGEST thing she wanted from me (during a full 15 minutes of discussion), was for me to use my thumb and forefinger to illustrate the GIRTH of the manly member I had juiced just yesterday!!!
I was SHOCKED to see that with my "octave+++ piano hand", I barely could open it up enough -- fingers still touching.
"WHOA!!!" she said.
But we DID discuss that she had NEVER received my several emails to the address on her site about "needle-less acupuncture" ("Old Testo" should get a KICK out of that), but she wants me to REMOVE her from my blog(s) -- so she won't be hassled by those who have hassled me.
But using a lot of "fancy word-smithery", I assured her that the WORST of it was published about the turn of the year -- and since she's suffered NOTHING, she'll continue to do so, and that not satisfying her completely, I DID promise I'd be sure she was PROTECTED -- which we actually AGREED only GOD could do.
Does THIS mean that Mitt Romney -- associated with her family (as well as a young, indiscreet "M.L." Bill-Clinton-girl -- her cousin), should SLEEP BETTER???
I wouldn't COUNT on that -- were I they!!!
She kept rubbing up against my car and reaching in to caress my cheek -- even mock-pinching it, which PROVES her Jewish Femaleness.
But what FINALLY satisfied her, was when I called as I drove off, "We're both JEWS, ya know!!!"
Of course I have always been "Jew-philic" -- having lots of Jewish friends. The Shulmans in Cincinnati, then Shelly and David Cohen, who lived across the street from us in the first house in Louisville, Kentucky (Stanton Blvd and No(e) Way -- a dead end, then) -- whose father owned The Rainbow Room, where my six-foot, football-player-built mother had to shop for clothes. It was much like THIS:
From John Waters' HAIRSPRAY, 1988
But when I MET John Waters at the 2015 Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival, THIS is what ensued!!!:
>>> CATCHING UP "ODDS AND ENDS":
1. Checking at 7:08 PM, EDT -- an hour before Google/Blogger "new day", we had SURPASSED our previous record for HITS IN ONE DAY!!!
Thank you READERS!!!
2. I had a HORRIBLE attack of "PTSD" yesterday morning, when I spoke with next-door neighbor, lawyer Oliver Carter III. I've been hoping to run into him to APOLOGIZE for something ENTIRELY my fault -- and likely a MYSTERY to him.
This, here, will have to do -- for now.
3. Believe it or not, Randy Jones of The Village People and I VERBALLY FIGHT as intensely as I and "Testosteroni" -- if far less often.
EVERYONE pouts, now-and-then, no???
Randy has NOT un-friended or blocked me.
He wouldn't DARE!!!
4. It's now getting late for this early-riser. I need to get my REST -- If I'm gonna go MEET and GREET Eric Trump, Manana, no???
"I can NO LONGER keep up with WHAT he's doing -- but I LIKE it!!!"
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