(December 1967-March 1968)
I do not know how I met her, many of my friends in those early days, some of them at least as it came out of nowhere, and it ended well, Easy Come Easy Go, yeah, anywhere, where we landed. And many of them looked pretty damn nice, and the shadows, was so-so. You, the boys in the neighborhood of his "shadow", because she followed me like a shadow, wherever I went, yes, she was there!It 'was like in some way, on the other hand, my life was not looking out the window, rain palms, and some of the girls even came knocking on my door, and she was one.
It was a white girl, blonde, perhaps seventeen or eighteen years at the time, about five feet two inches tall, a nice hard body and curvy, a beautiful pear-shaped after rinsing or dark, and it was quiet, too quiet , mater thought was seemingly forever, and there is not much to say. I wasLiving in the attic of the house at the time, Larry Lund, in the district, Larry a good friend of mine, and the tough neighborhood, about six or seven years older than me
I had worked for Whirlpool for a while ', so that the ice machines, and now it was a driver (car rental, car, business car from the garage, etc. set) for Ron Saxton Ford, was in the spring of 1968. I came back from Omaha, Nebraska, and was thinking of San Francisco, somewherethe road. And so it was kind of between things, which I think now that I look back. Looking back on the street is that I was terribly surprised that still haunt me, showing here and there, and when least expected. It was a girl with no pretensions, even for the most part, skin-level, with a nice ass and small breasts, and to be honest, one afternoon with her, had a couple of weeks off, turned on an afternoon that is, in many , all of my afternoons were given to her,It was like he had dismissed all of his students, was a teacher and one student, me.
I was nineteen, in March 1967, and I found myself walking with her everyplace, then I have not had a car, although in 1957, would have been red and white Ford has bought the street as I made more money than Ron Saxton Ford In fact, I bought it from them, was received from a customer who has traded in a new car. I had to blow the candle sand once a month, becausewith a maximum of one liter of oil, once a month, but who cares, I only paid $ 200 dollars for the car.
Anyway, I'm always a little 'off track here, the Shadow, whose name I forget, I do not like making love so much, and perhaps all was not learned the skill or trade or art, but they done as I wanted, and that has kept our relationship over something. It was probably more on the mystery of the fence. If we love was short words, short movements, as if weaving aRope or something, like making love, I doubt that she was in love with me, neither one nor I with her, perhaps helped his behavior is not inhabited.
In a sense, I thought it was often seemed out of tune with time, it's still never been a disaster, and a tour of his retinue.
It must be said, perhaps at this point in history, I drank a lot these days, and my heart beating a woman, had met with no intention or hard-line expectations for the females, orshort-term business, my true beer lovers had to say, unfortunately. Alcohol is my choice for a warm and close button of a secret to share, second woman has come, passive, so maybe that's why I ended up with so many I did not hunt, I hunted the alcohol, but as soon as they thought, well, goodbye, his left. You can not have both at 100 percent, you can only, at best, 50-50, and my best was 75% to 25% and you can guess who got 25%, and if the courage of a woman instead of me for the beer, becauseI have in front of our relationship, I shall decide to resume my work drunk.
In any case, after a few months, we have asked to have an apartment, and I said "Sure, why not ..." We were kind of like rowing along the coast, so to speak, in this regard, and had already disappeared, either
What we were looking for, or at least I, economic high and low for an apartment, and I found a studio to $ 130 dollars, a deposit (which is also the sameRental amount for the months) and showed her the place.
"This is about right," he said looking out the window the street in the city itself in a conversation with the landlord, not far from her.
So I thought everything was good between me and you and your new home, but just before we were to move, she visited me in my room under the roof, Larry Lund, and said point blank, no emotion, no reason Nothing related in his testimony, "Forget it!" (In my mind was an empty portin a vigil continues, the anger burns in my eyes, I have money, made plans, and stood there and looked at me as if in an incoherent and vertiginous dream.)
Now, what was actually meant for me, who did not want the apartment is no longer, or our relationship for that matter. I wanted to grab her and say, "What in damnation are you doing ', but I know I'm not really a good fighter, I do not know how to talk or arguments in a circle, which means they just do not normallyare assuming people know what they want, and if not them, so I prefer to see them from a distance, and whistle to get drunk and when Braids prefer to keep them, or someone with me who really do not want to be with me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I do not know, I do not want to live alone with you," he said, turning to leave.
I sat on my bed, left with his back to me now and wait to get back, turn around and say that it was just a joke. It was not enoughThe lunch and I took care of a hangover.
"I do not like talking about the feeling," were his last words as he descended the stairs.
(Three months later)
I was in the parking Ron Saxton Ford together to be exact, in the garage and my boss came to me and said:
"There is a young woman with the side entrance to talk to you, do not do it for a long time!"
I looked at the door, I do not know exactly, but maybe I was a hundred feet from her, went over him.The closer I got, the more it seemed this: the shadows, his body details, features, configuration.
I looked forward to in the garage, and confirmed that it was her no doubt, is in the middle of the arch.
"Go ahead and say I'm back," was his response.
I looked puzzled,
"I thought of you." he continued.
He remained with his eyes on me, I saw her again, do not really want anything to do with her not to do anythingwith her at all.
"It is not love fun?" She smiled and scratched.
He looked at me with a look stronger, louder said, confused,
"What are you doing here?"
"I want to live in this apartment with you, is that okay?" He asked with a sigh. (I was surprised.)
"Yes, this is a problem, I have no home, I let go, as you suggested, and you do not," I said.
"I'm pregnant," he said (he had three months that I had seen, and my spiritmoved and thoughts: I cheat, a fraud, so my thoughts ran to me from the cerebellum).
I hesitated and I thought maybe it could be mine. It was not what I had to keep a bitch, but it was weird.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
He was a young woman with short questions, saying only very little under any circumstances.
"Oh," I replied in a bazaar of problems: "... on, I do not care to see you."
And she did, she simply turned andwalked away as if nothing had happened. I pulled a bunch of keys from his pants and went to my boss asked if I would have to deliver to a customer of Whirlpool Thunderbird, and he said yes, and I did. And that was the last I saw of the shadows.
I think I heard someone knock on my door and I've blocked, but I was then asked why they even knocked on the other hand, I remembered how it was for me the past few months in the shade, and the sex just is not worth is worth trying to build new bridgesof old rotten wood.
