A Funny Story

Hittin’ it big time in Orleans, party at Garf’s place, guitar playing, a dude took a sabbatical of two years to hermit and practice ’till his fingers bled. Did he ever play well, (but I found he lacked grit). So it’s snowing out and we gotta can this place because the chicks are getting ungrateful, we dudes need an excursion, and quite frankly, the house just wasn’t in flames. The kind of joint where people were seated on the floor looking shy. I walked around from room to room disappointed until guitar nut reeled me in and we exchanged tunes on the same ax. Alright! out the winda and the car was LOADED!!!! “Nick? Wanna jump in the trunk? Lol!” “Yes please! But not without my best friend’s girl please! ya!!!!” So there we were, Uhmmm and I rolling around like a couple peaches in a banana boat and I’m being a respectful gentleman because she’s not mine????? Her idea to jump in lol!. woops. 19 kms bouncing around like shrimp in a wok, (does anybody remember that t.v. show Walk With Yan? lol) and, well, I enjoyed, we enjoyed, but kosher ya know, ohhhhh! I can still see her. She, a little after, became a high paying escort for one of the agencies, limo, bachelor parties, great pay, and Franc was a good reliable friend for her. AND, she had a HUGE crush on me which was a hell of a compliment. I passed her once in the hallway in highschool and she got, ya know, and she was wearing a Celtic three pointed pewter necklace I had bought myself when on tour in France. I don’t know how she got it for herself but I liked that she did. So riding in a trunk in the wintertime down the 417 spooning a beautiful woman with a lingering semi hardon of uncertain philosophy is grand??!! We finally made it to Hull, Mr. Wright’s Vegas, after crossing the imperial blessing of genius>>> The Alexandria Bridge, where once was an inferno, the whole Byward Market was in flames and the bridge caught too……..yikes. We used to drink, my native etc, buddies and I big Bubba 10.1% beers 1.5 L.s and when done they’d sometimes end up flying off the toothpick and splash, JESUS!!!!! Marina nearby, need I say more. Anyways, this worked out with no injuries. Al Capone’s bro stayed at justement one of the bars we hopped at, St-Henri, a hotel in the 30s at that time, then turned “Well it’s the rythme of the night….oh ya” awesome nightclub when this moon lit. Le Petit Chicago they nick named Hull for crime per cap similarity to “Stinky Onion” “Windy City” Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin town…Damn I miss Grant Park and that crazy yelling guy. Well now. I never did nail Uhmmm, but cheers!

Skip a couple years and I’m in a penthouse kneeling between my girlfriend’s legs as she’s seated on a couch. Luscious lips and the eyes of Cleopatra she had…..

Merci!

I hope it’s entertaining

Nico