Didn’t know what to think of Vampira, here she was flirting with me over the bar, bailey’s the historic West Hollywood watering hole for the Barney’s Beanery crowd, who had a steady gig or fresh movie part.

The big triangle boozaramas, were bailey’s on Melrose, I block west of the bodhi tree bookstore, which is a story in of itself, Benny k’s, named after me ,who actually built it by hand from a defunct diner to a two store class west Hollywood hang, the presidents chef ,a jazz organist ,all the Robertson artisans, plus the most delicious west Hollywood slurp girls I could push free drinks on. and lastly the Raincheck room here and manhattan home for the dowmtrodden actor and narcissitic beauty's from the area fresh for ogling.

The grand opening of Benny K’s produced a bizarre friendship, well call him syd, a short homely jewish guy,with a gun and a badge ,a liscence to kill here in la according to Wambaugh ,ex cop ,who blew the whistle on the cops.

Sid a shy nice guy who happened to be a parole officer, offered to shoot someone for me ,just to be nice ,there was this real nice Jewish girl who loved to fuck like a bunny , she was nice ,not for me, figured syd wants to shoot people.let him shoot his rocks off ,cool down, I introduced them, sure enough they hooked up and now he owed me ,oh fuck, cause now he’s a narc,oh goodie.

Knocking on my door at midnight, here in my Cinderella cottage, complete with wishing well in the front room, its syd, and syd got a pound bag of heroin.

Help yourself he chides, im thinking this could be my ass so get shitty and send him home.

Syd would pop up on my 3-d reality meat dream landscape from time to time to remind me ,who the fuck knows what?,more of gods mysterious ridiculous shit

Vampira, with Hollywood ’s rated, most perfect body, and I both stumbling down the stairs of her bldg, store, house, combo

And who pops up and I mean popped up, with that weasel grin, smile placement and seeks the lady’s hand or thigh in reality

She introduces us as he politely scans me with just enough rerouted indifference, to ruffle my macho feathers.

Maile Nurme was actually her name and we spent many happy hours listening to Moon dog Symphonies.

She was the only person I knew that even knew of this blind New York avant garde composer, the stimulus for John Cage, and Harry Parch.

She was fun but after several end runs to run into her end I ran out of libido and rerouted myself into a new juicy sports model.

This is the second celebrity woman, well known, that I’ve held hands, passed several openings for undercover work since then because no matter what the deal is, the law of the jungle, jingle jangle of the Hollywood is thicker than water and or thieves.

After listening all about James Dean her half assed lover ,i decided to take more acid ,thank god for l.s.d.