Month: July 2012
Gypsy grifters
um hi
Los Angeles flatlands (not the San Fernando valley):
Enormous tire factory, giant 30 foot donut,
(“Randy’s Donut is a large donut atop a donut bakery located not far from LAX at 805 West Manchester Avenue in Inglewood California.” )
I was born near here.
The lost summer.
We lived in a motel near the Hollywood Park race track for about a month.
Low on money. Would hang a tea bag on a cupboard knob, after only one use to be able to use it again.
Joe and Betty Karbo: the all night show was for the birds: the night owls and the early birds.
Joe and Betty Karbo pioneered all night television in Los Angeles.
Previously, around midnight programs would stop with just a test pattern on the tube!
Joe karbo’s book The Lazy Mans way to Riches — “paid cash –sniff.”
I bought the book. Can’t really say it worked for me.
Singing “Frankie and Johnny” in the bathtub, later, mom’s…panties
–best orgasim ever!
Only Michigan could rival Los Angeles County for manufacturing back then!
Riding my bike, searching for comic books, hard to find in this industrial part of town. Best i could do was an old grocery store (no supermarkets!), which had a decent selection.
Dr. Strange would astral-project his essence (something like that) around the world to fight evil-doers, while his actual, physical, body was in a skid-row hotel room, seemingly in a coma, and completely vulnerable – far out!
Rode bike to a theater to watch Ann Margaret
in “Bye Bye Birdie.”
Had a bad felling in the theatre, because i forgot to lock my bike. Sure enough. The one time I forgot to lock it –stolen!
me: “Hey!”
“I’m from this part of town. I was born in the same hospital as Brian Wilson (Beach Boys)!”
cosmic fiend: “Tough (expletive deleted) bub!”
Whitey (mother’s second husband) said “let’s go on a camping trip!” Not much happening in San Clemente at the time.
The only preparation was an ice chest full of cokes in the trunk of the heap of a car –
lost the Lincoln Continental, when our restaurant in Laguna Beach closed.
Grabbed Philip and off we went to Lake Arrowhead! Parked at a coffee shop on the
lake. Had dinner there and slept in the car. Deciding to get back to civilization, next
day headed to the San Fernando Valley!
Picked up Whitey’s small-time grifter friend Don on the way to the Dodgers-Giants game,
but they wouldn’t let us in because we were too late, and they were sold out because of
Sandy “no hit” Koufax.
Whitey and Don constantly bickering about stuff with Whitey mostly acquiescing. Apparently,
Don was whitey’s best friend, and a good contact for various grifter schemes. So, whitey
coped with his superior attitude.
Went to a drive-in movie (“The longest Day,” which was the longest movie). Kept checking
on the ball game with the car radio. Sandy Koufax just missed shutting out the Giants.
After the movie, we dropped off Don, and headed to Hansen Dam,
where we camped out in the car that night.
Heading back to Orange county the next day. Whitey was telling us (me and Philip) about
how a “queer” movie producer offered to send whitey to Paris, if he (Whitey) were to sodomize him.
Immediately, Philip blurted:
“How was Paris Whitey?” Amazingly, Whitey didn’t clobber Philip, but just came back with
a lame retort not worth mentioning.
On the way back to San Clemente taking the coast highway with the ocean on the right, while “Sherry” by The Four Seasons was emanating from the car radio.
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“Would love to be under your skirt.”
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brie gets her cheerleader uniform:
while Cathy gets hers:
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Girlie woman Janet Mason (PTA soccer mom!) being ravaged by butch dyke Syd Blakovich!
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Kay Parker:
