Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Lisa Takes A Bath 1978


My apartment at 256 East 10th Street was a relic of tenement living. There were no electrical outlets in the bedroom. A water closet had a pull chain for the overhead tank. Warped wooden floors spread to crumbling plaster walls traveled by tribes of cockroaches. Girls didn't like the insects, but they loved the bathtub in the kitchen. The porcelain tub was the perfect size for a soak, especially for a blonde as beautiful as Lisa Johnson.

She walked barefoot through the Village.

Some thought her crazy.

Vinnie Gallo was one of them.

I didn't care what he thought.

He had a jaw made for land excavation and Lisa was a goddess in her madness.

I watched her like she was a remake of DARLING.

She played me for a fool, but what man isn't a fool when love in on the line.

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