
Rick, "Dude, I just remembered something. I feel weird about what happened to us years ago and....."
Vance, "blah, blah, blah...I can't hear you, blah, blah, blah......I gotta go, bye!".
More on this story later.
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~Peace & Love,
Rick
Ol' Zoyie there? She was a bit of an experimenter. Was into hallucinogens when hallucinogens wasn't cool. At least not for a suburban housewife. One day the Peyote buttons and gin she was blending for Clem's evening martini got switched with the lemonade she'd mixed for me and Vance. Of course, Zoyie realized her mistake... in time for her and Clem to get the dregs.
ReplyDeleteThat was the afternoon we were heading over to the JC Penney store for a "family" photo. The two adults decided to "atyle" their hair before we went. Me and Vance just sat and watched I Love Lucy reruns until it was time to go.
I ain't shittin' ya, neither.