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:: Tuesday, April 01, 2003 :: A long time ago I was hitch-hiking across the country when luck landed me in Oklahoma City. I was picked by a not so bad looking cowgirl in a pick-up truck. She took me to her apartment...true story I tell you...and fixed me dinner (consisting of left over pot roast over rice...it was delish). We were talking about sex...I kid you not, this really happened to me!...and she told me about this guy she knew who was "Real Big." But she said it was "Too Big!" And that it hurt. She said she hoped that I wasn't "Too Big!" I swear to you this really happened. It was the night of the Miss America Padgent, 1971. We watched it together. She showed me that she had a tatoo on her thigh. It was the Coors Beer logo. We were careful not to wake her 6 month old who slept in the livingroom. That night I dreamt I was flying high over the city and could see all the lights winking at me. The next morning I hitch-hiked on down the road. Thirty some odd years later the incident is immortalized in one of my songs: Wearing: Blue pinstripe dress buttondown, grey cotton slacks, muted gold print tie, black hose, new Reeboks.:: Monday, March 31, 2003 :: Wearing: Black cotton pullover (it's cold down here) and tan polyester slacks, black Reeboks.
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