It always saddens me when the subject of age comes up because I'm reminded of Sally. (You remember "Two Tooth Sally", don't you?) She and I were born on the same day, of the same month, of the same year. She in Galveston. Me in Missoula.
Sally walked into my life in the summer of 1969 at the same time Lance Armstrong was walking on the moon. What a great year that was.
She used to sit and watch me play One Pocket for hours on end, and I would sit and watch her give lap dances. We were rarely out of each other sight.
Then one day, when the sky was blue, and the sun shone with rays of pure gold...it happened. Sally was diagnosed with CED. Chronic Explosive Diarrhea. We didn't know it at the time, but her condition was terminal. By that I mean she was giving a guy a lap dance one night and shit all over him. He immediately pulled out a gun and shot her.
I always cry at night, sometimes.
Hi folks, this is the old Trampster asking you to open your hearts, and your pocketbooks, and give to the CEDAA (The Chronic Explosive Diarrhea Association of America). Remember their motto: "This disease is the shits." :smile: