 - Last login: 7 hours agoDewey7
- dewey7 is a 52 year old guy from New York, New York, USA.
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- Member since Jan 15, 2007
..twelve years older now than this dumb pic, with weathered, aging face and ruddy mug, disinclined to avatar myself or have a new shot done,avoiding reflection of self ...and now Stumbling about, connecting with epeople from the near-North Pole To New Zealand...being where I am in cyberland...remote...now time to head down to the local bar and kick up my heels...encountering there a few people with sparkles in their eyes who "dance like a wave of the sea"-- not an unlucky experience for me...touching flesh, a delight...but shortly after leaving the pub stumbling onto the old NYC sidewalk with my face, not to worry: sleep heals...though next morning stopping at the butchers for two pounds of brains...and proceeding on later for lunch to an unknown bar-and-grill for a sandwich and Heineken (screw the sandwich)...I walk up to the bar and an untypically cheery bartendress asks me what I would like, and I answer, "I'd like a brain transplant, please." (SU problems: NoSpace to write...)10 | 20 | 30 | 40 | 50 | 60 | 70 | 80 | 90
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...inside too much...now out to Johny's Bar for outside contact: meeting a guy at the bar busted up badly and 'bent" as a young gal next to me later told me, betrayed by his hot ex wife and mother of his children... What could I say, just there and sober but, "Let go if you can manage it." But he was already gone, having incited conflict already, I later learned, which he should not have done given his relatively diminutive size. Not long after we began to talk he headed over to the Pink Pony to have some eighteen year old grind his penis to climax, at least I think and hope so since he was gone for a couple of hours with plenty of cash. He returned to Johny's two hours later, wanting to talk to me, but I was was more interested in a twenty-four year old woman and before I knew it he was thrown out for starting shit with some very big vacationing Bostonians. I think he will meet the violent end he seeks, and may his two-year old son fare well.
...now, lithe bouncing beautiful bodies dancing to light dj rap by a white dude, whom I had believed first to be a soul brother but was fooled by the light...but wonderful movement of young flesh entertaining me. Not a bad scene at all. A curvaceous black chick comes to me and asks what I'm drinking, "Heineken?" And I receive a warm-flesh hug as well a Heinie. Cool.
...later, Lauren seated beside me, a young blond big blue-eyed looker with brains, a pre-med student at Clemsen on spring break, and her boyfriend US Navy seaman just back from Iraq seated a good distance from us, she taking an intense interest in me and I in her, achieving fast a rare human connection, she hugging me when she left as if when a young man she would have bonded with me for her life if she could have had a say. I did not think this, but felt it, and I wish I could join her in her youth, even though it cannot be.
...back on the mountain bike in the Low Country finishing a beer and making it home without bouncing my cranium off the pavement again. Good kuck for the Irish the day *after* St. Paddy's Day... ...then dancing a jig on the near-spring grass under the old live oak tree, wishing...
...for love's igiting somewhere... What a damn old fool, whistling to myself under the bright moon...
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