Ever get pulled over by a cop while drunk and stoned with a battery operated clip fed Mac 10 squirt gun in your back seat? Back then, it was hard to tell a toy from the real thing. The poor Cop took one look at it, unsnapped his revolver and with his hand on his weapon, said hand it out the window. I slid over in my seat and said take yourself. I can still remember it now, the guy had one finger on his sidearm and one finger on the trigger of the squirt gun while he looked down the barrel and all I could think of was he’s going to squirt himself in the face testing it and then shoot himself in the foot!
I wish I could ride. I loved my ten speed bicycle when I was a lot younger man. But I severely injured my knee. And can not ride at all.
I miss that. Feel the sun and air on my face. When I was 18 I took the entire summer off to simply ride my Bike. I went camping is several places and went to see places that I had wanted to go myself and wanted to ride.
It was the last time in my life. That I did not have any responsibilities or needed to worry about money. It was a good summer.
As for drinking. The last time I had a touch of the grape was at Yule/christmas. Before that it was almost a year and half. Alcohol and pain meds do not mix. So I indulge very rarely.
I listen to a wide variety of the music spectrum, ma’am. From arabesque all the way to classical music. It’s a gusto that improved after listening to the music in the music thread.
Photograph: fashion shot for the campaing “The world is my oyster” by BOAC; shot by Francesco Scavullo in Hong Kong, 1962
Anyone in London wishing to go to that place in 1962 would be looking at spending about 24 hours with 5 45-minute stops and fork out the equivalent of 7,500 to 10,000 current euros…
