It was the best of all worlds, a timeout from strife both personal and collectively, as in national karmas and the like.
The sun was pouring golden, soothing, healing rays of warmth;
the ocean breeze was rolling down sunset blvd, thru
Anything and everything could happen on this miracle street,
where the crème of all there is or was, floated here, to the top, the top of
The sun was starting its descent, unfolding the dusk, the time of my birth, it’s said by one unnamed branch of hypnosis that your favorite time of day is usually the time of your birth
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Schwab’s, that esteemed icon, meeting place for identifiable
players of the ancient
It was 7pm, my birth time, I loved the golden purple orange layered Hollywood sunsets a regal explosion, fitting this magical place ,magical, that is, for those having a connection to the fixed star regulus , Patron star of show business, located at the 27 degree of Leo.Regulus is a curious star, embroiled in emotional melodramas as its signature astrological effect noticeable by observations over thousands of years, by thousands of astrologers,co-incedentally the ruling star of my horoscope, no wonder I loved this fantasy land, just having arrived from the black and white,2-d world of Chicago, where race riots where just really kicking off big time, as I waved goodbye.
In walks Jeff, now my good buddy, the picture of cool, his
uncle a
Im watching blue wiggly smoke rings going thru the wall, john Coltrane is pounding out the coolest sax riff I’d ever heard, pictures are flying in my head, levels of color, possibilities, everything is funny, I think about sex and the nude image of Laurie appears
She is the most beautiful girl in the world; she seems like a cake with frosting with blueberries covering her magnetic thighs, pot is cool.
Off to Vito’s we go, the usual suspects adorn the ambience of the three tiered sculpting studio aka Vito’.
Upstairs were the living quarters for vito and sue known as Suzy creamcheese,who in one evening at the bido lido’s a camp dance club in Hollywood gave 70 blow jobs in a row,
Ground floor was for parties and hanging out smoking reefer just generally being and letting be, the cool of things, as they arose
Downstairs was the studio where vito a truly great sculptor displayed his intricate actually exquisitely elegant sculpted storyboards telling stories, truly great art
This gave vito a 50 year old hippy the right to marry sue, who was a grade below me at Fairfax high school, a scant, as a crow hobbles, 4 blocks away, at the juicy age of 17 or 18 maybe, and I mean she was delicious, no succulent .
Trying to remain cool, as she lifted her dress,, and sat right on the face of a fellow sculptor, thinking if I look to interested it will make me seem weak, why isn’t she sitting on my face?,i wasn’t begging ,just hoping.
She is a hopeless nympho, and the only way in, is to let her go on her Aries female ,I got what you want ,power trip.
Well Laurie is an Aries and that dynamic wasn’t alive between us, so I won’t weaken, someone less cool will get that publick pussy, not me, shit.
, Sid from Orville’s pool hall, famous at the time,
with the likes of Peter Falk .Telly Savallas,Larry Geller,the sebring barber who traveled with ELVIS and snuck us into the elegant extravaganzas that were held for him above Hollywood Blvd,and a list of characters, like mark,
who ran a large white Jewish gang in the
.Impressive character, leading his pack of well dressed bikers, glowing on heroin cocaine speedballs,
Mark had ganja from the Caribbean I won some from him; playing snooker at Orville’s smoking it at his elaborate pad while listening to Allan Ginsburg recite howl at deafening decibels was invigorating to each fold in my grey matter.
While driving home to the hotel, with my hi school pal now recent roommate, both of us thought we were in a fishbowl and as we went to sleep bombed into orbit, WONDERING HOW THE FUCK WE ENDED UP IN THIS SHITTY OLD HOTEL remembering the next day we had to hit the pavement, and produce new contracts for the tin man trade, that actually made us more money, than our parents, ironically. Pot made it cool. so as to divorce with this workday toil we were dropped into so quickly, I was still 17 so was Stuart whose mother threw him out after graduation so she would have more free fucking time for her boyfriend sponsor live in.
Stuarts now a millionaire great guy, a little paunchy. Lives across the street from the polo lounge, handy huh?
Every day on the strip spelled out a new scenario, this one ended up at canters chewing down a corned beef sandwich hoping to rope some kosher pussy from my old neighbor Evelyn who agrees and makes my day she so voluptuous ,I cant wait to mush my face all over her padded and dripping with phonemes, breasts.
Still intoxicated from the nectar from her perfect pussy as I leaned back, I heard her yelling at my buddy Nick Fante, son of the famous blacklisted Writer
, hysterically funny barker at old P.O.P.pier arcades out on the old pier.
Unfortunately pudgy didn’t think he was funny and went home in a snit. Last time I saw her,
Poor nick, saw his brother at our local los feliz bookstore, hawking his new book, nice guy Danny, Nick, was addicted to evil black, women finally drank himself to death.
None of this means anything ,it just is.
