Can't see the trees for the forest  

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10/5/2005 10:54 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Can't see the trees for the forest


So now I was in LA. The world was very different. I walked out my front door on Doheny the day after the Oscars and Stallone was leaning against a limo talking to Burt Young. I told him I loved Rocky and shook his hand. I never thought someday I would hold my own or that I’d get to work with people I’d listen to and watch for years. I was just a kid with a guitar and a knack for the being in the right place. I’ve got to be honest, I was too dumb to realize I wasn’t suppose to be able to do the things I was doing.
The strip was exciting. I was at the opening of the Roxy hung at the Rainbow. If you had a nice dinner with a young lady chances were she came home with you or you went home with her. I loved going to dinner.
So many faces, so many breasts, legs shoulders, backs , arms….. beautiful sweet, hard, exporting, giving, using, generous and loving ……. I was a green kid wondering blindly through wonderland. …. Through a candy store….. through a the world I was totally unprepared for …. Fumbling through ….. I don’t think many of us had much of an idea what it was all about……
The women ……. I want to try and tell you about one. Try and pick our one of those faces and tell the story, the treasure that “she” offered me or the horrid lessons “she” taught me.
Another night.

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