My cousin Chris and I were born one year apart, he being the elder. We lived on opposite sides of Baton Rouge but hooked up as running buddies pretty often. I was on the poor side of town, Chris was a poor boy that got a family deal on a house on the rich side of town. I had another handful of cousins on the rich side of town including Little John. As the name implies, John had to be very big or very small. He wasn't big. He also had long hair when hippies were frowned upon by the working class.
The three of us hooked up one night. All about college age, playing pool and chasing girls around LSU was always attractive. A plus, the boys bought our drinks and the girl's drinks too even when we were with them. Usually played for a glass of the cheap sweet wine that was in style then and I could win them a lot faster than I could drink them!
No girls of interest so Chris and I decided to have a little fun. We would take John to the poor side of town, but first we would properly prepare him. "Don't look any of the guys in the eye, they will think you want to fight." "Don't look at their girls either." "For Gawd's sake don't say hello to any of the girls or we will be lucky to get out alive!"
We had of course maligned both the places and people mightily. The pool halls were in ratty old buildings it's true, and the places could stand a bit of cleaning. The people in them were definitely blue collar or no collar.
John comes in the first place, takes one look, and locks his chin on his chest! Had to lead him to a table and the only time he looked up was to take a quick shot and look back down. Wouldn't go to the bar by himself to get us a round of beer. We took him another place or two but the fun was wearing off when the quick warnings we gave John were always wasted, his chin stayed on his chest!
Introducing him to Jessie was fun. Jessie was a retired oilfield roughneck who owned a hall and had arms like tree trunks. Wish I could have primed Jessie first but he was a good hearted soul, probably a waste of time. The fun was wearing off anyway when John never got curious and started looking around a little bit. All was mellow as anybody that thought anything of the long haired hippy in the place was too polite to say anything about it. My hair and beard were a little long but I was a regular, nobody looked at me twice. Chris's hair was short and he was a slow talking country boy six and a half feet tall more or less, we actually had John's butt well covered if anybody had felt ambitious. We took him home and John never went out to play pool with me again!
Chris is on my mind. He has Covid 19 and pneumonia and the word at the hospital he is in is to bet the short side. We haven't been close for years but it would still be a bummer if the Covid gets him. A good person, few like him around.
Hu
The three of us hooked up one night. All about college age, playing pool and chasing girls around LSU was always attractive. A plus, the boys bought our drinks and the girl's drinks too even when we were with them. Usually played for a glass of the cheap sweet wine that was in style then and I could win them a lot faster than I could drink them!
No girls of interest so Chris and I decided to have a little fun. We would take John to the poor side of town, but first we would properly prepare him. "Don't look any of the guys in the eye, they will think you want to fight." "Don't look at their girls either." "For Gawd's sake don't say hello to any of the girls or we will be lucky to get out alive!"
We had of course maligned both the places and people mightily. The pool halls were in ratty old buildings it's true, and the places could stand a bit of cleaning. The people in them were definitely blue collar or no collar.
John comes in the first place, takes one look, and locks his chin on his chest! Had to lead him to a table and the only time he looked up was to take a quick shot and look back down. Wouldn't go to the bar by himself to get us a round of beer. We took him another place or two but the fun was wearing off when the quick warnings we gave John were always wasted, his chin stayed on his chest!
Introducing him to Jessie was fun. Jessie was a retired oilfield roughneck who owned a hall and had arms like tree trunks. Wish I could have primed Jessie first but he was a good hearted soul, probably a waste of time. The fun was wearing off anyway when John never got curious and started looking around a little bit. All was mellow as anybody that thought anything of the long haired hippy in the place was too polite to say anything about it. My hair and beard were a little long but I was a regular, nobody looked at me twice. Chris's hair was short and he was a slow talking country boy six and a half feet tall more or less, we actually had John's butt well covered if anybody had felt ambitious. We took him home and John never went out to play pool with me again!
Chris is on my mind. He has Covid 19 and pneumonia and the word at the hospital he is in is to bet the short side. We haven't been close for years but it would still be a bummer if the Covid gets him. A good person, few like him around.
Hu