We smoked weed in Jamaica.
Finally Rae Dawn Chong in Paris.
In the winter of 1985 I met the star of QUEST FOR FIRE in Paris. I didn't go home with her, because I was faithful to a junkie blonde aristocrat and I was leaving for New York in the morning.
I was a fool.
At my flat off the Grand Boulevard Mirabelle and I huffed Persian Brown and crashed on my bed with the window open. I woke in the afternoon at 2pm, which was when my flight was taking off for the USA. I reached over to the skinny blonde. She was as cold as a corpse and I suddenly aroused by being in bed with a dead woman, then she drew a breath.
Alive and a fool.
But then what can Homo Sapiens expect from a Neanderthal?
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