and even Spook was a litde high.
Tony got real stoned and goosed some dame and there was a bit of
rumble with her husband, but it didnt amount ta much so we just
pushed Tony in the corner and letim sleep. Of course a few of the old
Irishmen started throwin blows at each other, but they didnt do any
real damage and as long as they didnt get too close ta the bar they
letim fight until they passed out.
But Spook couldnt sit still for long. He wanted ta go
ridin. Everybody toldim ta go, but he didnt want ta go alone and
everybody, but Tommy, was too stoned ta ride a goddamn bike. So Suzy
tells Tommy ta go. Whatthehell. Cant do anythin tonite anyway. You
know, too soon. And she figured shed look around for the kid and
takeim home and go ta bed. She said her ass was draggin anyway. It
was only two weeks or so since she had the kid. And it was a pretty
good size one. Eight pounds somethin. I dont know exactly, but
somethin like that. She said it was like shittin a watermelon. Havin
a kid. So she hunted around and found the kid and cutout. So Tommy
figured hed take a spin with Spook. It was a real nice nite. Just
right for ridin. And probably be in the house all day tomorra fixin
things. You know, puttin this here and that there and takin care of
the kid and that kinda stuff. So when Roberta sees Tommy gettin ready
ta cut she comes hustlin over and starts cooin at Tommy ta takeer for
a ride, shes feelin so depressed watchin somebody else with a baby
and gettin ready for a honeymoon, and she flutters her lids and
everybody cracks-up, so Tommy laughs and says OK and Roberta giggles
and waves bye bye and Spook is halfway down the stairs his hat all
tied under his chin and they cut.
Of course we stayed until they kicked us out the next
morning. I mean, whatthe-hell. The oldman paid good money for the
joint and everything. No sense in lettin it go ta waste.
Part IV
Tralala
I will rise now, and go about the
city in the
streets, and in the broad
ways I will
seek him whom my soul
loveth: I sought
him, but I found him
not.
The watchmen that go about the city
found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him
whom my soul loveth?
Song of Solomon 3: 2, 3
TRALALA was 15 the first time she was laid. There was
no real passion. Just diversion. She hungout in the Greeks with the
other neighborhood kids. Nothin to do. Sit and talk. Listen to the
jukebox. Drink coffee. Bum cigarettes. Everything a drag. She said
yes. In the park. 3 or 4 couples finding their own tree and grass.
Actually she didnt say yes. She said nothing. Tony or Vinnie or
whoever it was just continued. They all met later at the exit. They
grinned at each other. The guys felt real sharp. The girls walked in
front and talked about it. They giggled and alluded. Tralala shrugged
her shoulders. Getting laid was getting laid. Why all the bullshit?
She went to the park often. She always had her pick. The other girls
were as willing, but played games. They liked to tease. And giggle.
Tralala didn't fuckaround. Nobody likes a cockteaser. Either you put
out or you dont. Thats all. And she had big tits. She was built like
a woman. Not like some kid. They preferred her. And even before the
first summer was over she played games. Different ones though. She
didnt tease the guys. No sense in that. No money either. Some of the
girls bugged her and she broke their balls. If a girl liked one of
the guys or tried to get him for any reason Tralala cut in. For
kicks. The girls hated her. So what. Who needs them. The guys had
what she wanted. Especially when they lushed a drunk. Or pulled a
job. She always got something out of it. Theyd take her to the
movies. Buy cigarettes. Go to a PIZZERIA for a pie. There was no end
of drunks. Everybody had money during the war. The waterfront was
filled with drunken seamen. And of course the base was filled with
doggies. And they were always good for a few bucks at least.
Sometimes more. And Tralala always got her share. No tricks. All very
simple.
Tony got real stoned and goosed some dame and there was a bit of
rumble with her husband, but it didnt amount ta much so we just
pushed Tony in the corner and letim sleep. Of course a few of the old
Irishmen started throwin blows at each other, but they didnt do any
real damage and as long as they didnt get too close ta the bar they
letim fight until they passed out.
But Spook couldnt sit still for long. He wanted ta go
ridin. Everybody toldim ta go, but he didnt want ta go alone and
everybody, but Tommy, was too stoned ta ride a goddamn bike. So Suzy
tells Tommy ta go. Whatthehell. Cant do anythin tonite anyway. You
know, too soon. And she figured shed look around for the kid and
takeim home and go ta bed. She said her ass was draggin anyway. It
was only two weeks or so since she had the kid. And it was a pretty
good size one. Eight pounds somethin. I dont know exactly, but
somethin like that. She said it was like shittin a watermelon. Havin
a kid. So she hunted around and found the kid and cutout. So Tommy
figured hed take a spin with Spook. It was a real nice nite. Just
right for ridin. And probably be in the house all day tomorra fixin
things. You know, puttin this here and that there and takin care of
the kid and that kinda stuff. So when Roberta sees Tommy gettin ready
ta cut she comes hustlin over and starts cooin at Tommy ta takeer for
a ride, shes feelin so depressed watchin somebody else with a baby
and gettin ready for a honeymoon, and she flutters her lids and
everybody cracks-up, so Tommy laughs and says OK and Roberta giggles
and waves bye bye and Spook is halfway down the stairs his hat all
tied under his chin and they cut.
Of course we stayed until they kicked us out the next
morning. I mean, whatthe-hell. The oldman paid good money for the
joint and everything. No sense in lettin it go ta waste.
Part IV
Tralala
I will rise now, and go about the
city in the
streets, and in the broad
ways I will
seek him whom my soul
loveth: I sought
him, but I found him
not.
The watchmen that go about the city
found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him
whom my soul loveth?
Song of Solomon 3: 2, 3
TRALALA was 15 the first time she was laid. There was
no real passion. Just diversion. She hungout in the Greeks with the
other neighborhood kids. Nothin to do. Sit and talk. Listen to the
jukebox. Drink coffee. Bum cigarettes. Everything a drag. She said
yes. In the park. 3 or 4 couples finding their own tree and grass.
Actually she didnt say yes. She said nothing. Tony or Vinnie or
whoever it was just continued. They all met later at the exit. They
grinned at each other. The guys felt real sharp. The girls walked in
front and talked about it. They giggled and alluded. Tralala shrugged
her shoulders. Getting laid was getting laid. Why all the bullshit?
She went to the park often. She always had her pick. The other girls
were as willing, but played games. They liked to tease. And giggle.
Tralala didn't fuckaround. Nobody likes a cockteaser. Either you put
out or you dont. Thats all. And she had big tits. She was built like
a woman. Not like some kid. They preferred her. And even before the
first summer was over she played games. Different ones though. She
didnt tease the guys. No sense in that. No money either. Some of the
girls bugged her and she broke their balls. If a girl liked one of
the guys or tried to get him for any reason Tralala cut in. For
kicks. The girls hated her. So what. Who needs them. The guys had
what she wanted. Especially when they lushed a drunk. Or pulled a
job. She always got something out of it. Theyd take her to the
movies. Buy cigarettes. Go to a PIZZERIA for a pie. There was no end
of drunks. Everybody had money during the war. The waterfront was
filled with drunken seamen. And of course the base was filled with
doggies. And they were always good for a few bucks at least.
Sometimes more. And Tralala always got her share. No tricks. All very
simple.
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