Streetwalker Reports

[QUOTE=RammerRammer;5198776]I noticed Little Feat. Reminds me of my Dad. Love that shit.[/QUOTE]The band when Lowell George was alive was absolutely fucking amazing. The 2nd version w/ Craig Fuller wasn't that shabby either.

I never could figure out why they weren't more popular or why they didn't play the area more. Until lockdown last year when I finally read Ben Fong Torres book about them did it become clearer.

Feel lucky to have caught them when a pup in the Bay Area several times.

19 August 1973 at Berkeley Community Theater opening for Sly & The Family Stone. Sly was like an hour late so band did an extended encore that ran 35+ plus minutes.

Most of Sly' crowd didn't know what to make of them LOL & SMDHS. They were so hot & I was still processing them that I can barely remember Sly's set except he was fucked up & lethargic compared to them. Still have the handbill for the show & the good seats were 6. 00 that night.

Once as headliner at Cupertino's De Anza College in December 75 w/ no opening act just them for 2.5 hours. If my hazy lysergic memories of that night can be trusted another good one.

Rammer, last time I saw Lowell era band was in your childhood stomping grounds. Santa Cruz County Fairgrounds August 78. In our talks about Santa Cruz can't believe I forgot that one. Perhaps one of those shows where we crossed paths?

Was some solar power benefit (that I recall Jane Fonda speaking at). Bonnie Raitt opening & then sitting in w/ the band. Lowell's weight & vices were wearing on him by then but still a good show. He was gone in eleven or so months. Sad.

To quote the announcer at the beginning of that recon show I was recently playing.

"I'd like to introduce to you one of the best god damn rock & roll bands I've ever heard". Truth.....

Ok, back to our regularly scheduled pussy programing.

I did a lap around the standard course at about 7 pm and saw nothing other than Roxy or Rose from my previous post, again near the commercial card lock gas station.

On my way near the Pony Solder on Sandy picked up a SW calling herself Pinky. Quoted $ for FS and I passed, dropped her off. Catch and release. Wasn't quite feeling it.

Had to drop off some reloaded reels & misc. newly purchased tackle at buddy's place. So, the copilot & I took the opportunity to do a couple laps JCB>82nd>Sandy upper #. Was hoping I'd spot the Taco Bell cute reddish haired WSW I got snookered out of Saturday night.

First lap was 7:15>8:15 & spotted fucking nothing until upper Sandy where a thicker blonde WSW was running across Sandy for some waiting car. She was wasn't horrible & had a nice chest.

A shitload of stationary PPD around Bagger's area & Sandy hill just killing time for something. It probably put a dent in the McFlurrie business. It surely cleared the areas of any other findings.

Did some concentrated & stationary recon for the Taco Bell redhead WSW to no avail. Only thing going on in that area seemed to be some sort of candlelight vigil or memorial in pet hospital lot.

After a quick errand for some Valentines girlie like stuff for my regulars I tried again.

Second lap was 8:30>9:30 & was slightly better depending on your perspective.

The ear gauge shaved head WSW brunette was near Eastgate in boots & jeans.

Sarah # 1.5 was near the unicorn looking her fusty self. She looked high as fuck all & looked very sweaty despite the chill.

All the PPD at Bagger's area had cleared out yet still empty of all SW.

A couple BSW in the Sandy upper # I didn't even give a second glance.

Some more stationary recon for the Taco Bell redhead until I got to yawning. Called it & we headed for home.

Recon soundtrack: Grateful Dead. February 11,1970 at Fillmore East. One of those legendary shows w/ Arthur Lee, Duane & Greg Allman, Berry Oakley, Butch Trucks Mick Fleetwood, Danny Kirwin & Peter Green sitting in.

Safe recons & life.

You missed the drama. The favela across from Popeyes caught fire. Also, you see the chick with the extremely short plaid skirt walking south of division on Thursday? I tried to pick that one up but LE was out in force. Had nice legs. I still tried.

If she had bright red hair down to her ass I could be Ashlyn.

She has been staying with a friend out on Sandy. She is a bit bigger now.

S1.

I tend to stay at a nicer hotel not too far away. I went in to a store to buy some wine as they always have great deals.

A few weeks ago, it was raining buckets and there was a nice enough looking girl in the large entry way. She was sitting there kind of back and looking at her phone while watching for employees. It seemed somewhat obvious she had a good "Stick" going as if she were waiting for someone to leave the store.

I'm pretty sure I have seen her along Sandy several times now. I would guess she is not too far on either side of 30. Unfortunately, I have been heading somewhere important each time I have seen her.

Channeling your inner AMP Guide eh.

[QUOTE=Strecther1;5201165]If she had bright red hair down to her ass I could be Ashlyn.

She has been staying with a friend out on Sandy. She is a bit bigger now.


S1.[/QUOTE]

Nope in my report mentioned the redheaded Taco Bell one was lighter shade of red just below the shoulders. Definitely not the artificially flavored redhead Ive seen out (who for some reason I keep forgetting to mention in my reports).

[QUOTE=BlueDog253;5200850]You missed the drama. The favela across from Popeyes caught fire. Also, you see the chick with the extremely short plaid skirt walking south of division on Thursday? I tried to pick that one up but LE was out in force. Had nice legs. I still tried.[/QUOTE]

Hey BlueDog. Good use of "favela". It's one of those unknown tremendous words. Expect me to use it in my reports.

Wish I'd seen the nice legged plaid skirted one. For reasons unknown short plaid skirts really get me going. LOL.

Off to pickup the barefoot brunette for an extended snow day playdate since she doesn't have to work tomorrow.

Grabbing Sonny Boy Williamson's "Bummer Road". Seems like the appropriate musical accompaniment considering the weather. LOL.

Safe recons & life.

[QUOTE=RammerRammer;5203133]Channeling your inner AMP Guide eh.[/QUOTE]He may be channeling AG a little....but until he starts w/ the constant lame LEO warnings, I'll give the newbie some slack.

Yeah right......I couldn't get out w / rock solid 12" drifts that makes getting the driveway gates open impossible without more shovel work than I'm willing to exert.

So, more the Splish Splash & Snowbound Report.

Hope all are snuggled up w/ their favorite. I hear the bath running & going to thaw out in the tub w / the barefoot brunette.

Now playing: David Murray Quartet Ballads.

Safe recons & life. Stay warm.

[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AksB7IR-mA[/URL]

Braved the weather and unlocked the caged heat. Always wobble away after seeing this one.

[QUOTE=RammerRammer;5207987]Braved the weather and unlocked the caged heat. Always wobble away after seeing this one.[/QUOTE]What great fun! I See her whenever I can. Now home no power at the house and iced in. Looking at diesel generators.

Not near as much fun. My Roon surfing track would be stained if I had power.

S1.

[QUOTE=Strecther1;5208114] Now home no power at the house and iced in. Looking at diesel generators.

Not near as much fun.

S1.[/QUOTE]Didn't get as far as looking at generators but no power after several trees within a hundred feet +- succumbed to the ice Sunday night around ten. The light show of explosions was pretty cool though & I feel sorry for the neighbors near one tree had the meter & related tear tear out of the house.

And just to put to bed the fantasy of being snow/ice bound w/ a favorite.

When you can't get the house temperature above 55 degrees. No matter how often you go down on them or fuck them proper in the cool blanket fort you built. They still can get somewhat testy at times.

While she expressed admiration at my resourcefulness in crushing beans for morning coffee & making avocado toast on the gas stove top. I think she'd have killed me & bathed in my warm blood if my water heater had been electric. LOL.

I felt like an old time steam locomotive fireman w/ all the fucking fireplace stoking/loading I had to do until power went back on Monday after lunch.

Still have to finish digging the driveway clear. The ten year next door turned down my offer of $10.00 cash to help. Sigh....

Blanket fort pussy is pretty good though.

This FHT is one of that cringe type tales and/or one of those 82nd rites of passage I'd just as soon as forget. I admit it only for the comic relief I'm sure some of you fuckers will derive from it. My hooker acumen wasn't as finely tuned back then & this was just laziness of the big head.

Anyone who's been on 82nd last twenty years has spotted Dent Headed Crystal (aka Nikki) out most nights. No matter how many times I spotted her just never was that desperate to pick her up. It seems she was out there 24/7 at times. I always ignored her waves & pathetic moronic signaling or running right up to your vehicle.

Was still Spring (2005?) yet one of those first days where the temperature had hit 85+ in late afternoon. Was single again & though seeing my "Hello Kitty" FHT a few nights a week, it'd been a couple days. I'd just finished up a six month gig & was lurking around the South end w/ a huge payday banked + some cash to distribute some among the worthy underground economy. Some quick strange was the best way to celebrate I thought.

I'd been looking about for this 20's blonde WSW named Theresa who would sometimes wander from the North & diversify her base down this way. I'd been at it for a while finally thought I'd spotted her near Eastport area. Looped around & of course she'd vanished. I parked to see if she popped out from somewhere. Got distracted when phone rang & as finished dealing w/ that the previous copilot let it be known she wanted to pee. A long squat in the grassy area & back at truck as I let her drink some water from my hand.

All of a sudden Dent Head was in the truck's open door stuttering out something along the line of "knew you were waiting just for me" as she plopped down & quoted some low ass numbers. Said her name was "Nikki" & I didn't correct her as she started her spastic subnormal spiel about her "starving & needed some Taco Bell" before our date. Was a second away from throwing her out when she popped her large & fluffy tits out. Well, you know....tits. I gave them a rough squeeze w/ my dog slime slobbered hand. Should have stopped there.

She was in one of her better periods re: attractiveness (yeah not the highest bar for what it matters) but yet again the aforementioned tits. SMDH. White girl DSL w/ low cut top & mini skirt & some stripper heels she hadn't mastered walking in from my observations. For the first time I noticed the symmetrical dents & could only surmise some backwoods obstetrician had practiced some sadistic or drunk version of the Brinell test during her delivery.

Insanely insistent on getting her Taco Bell first so we hit the drive thru. Just getting her order right tested the patience of the order taker w/ her weird off the menu requests & other bizarre bitchy demands to the speaker. Never seen someone so pissed about some discontinued sauce as she was. As the order finally got straightened out to her satisfaction I was desperately wishing Taco Bell also sold shots of tequila to go LOL.

As we pulled up to the window I told her stuff her tits back in her top which she did somewhat. Even w/ her tits half out still, I swear the pimply faced virgin guy at the window looked on me w/ extreme sympathy as she yet again went off w/ more extra menu demands & decided she needed a gallon sized Mountain Dew concoction that's unnatural color reminded me of the water in Disneyland's "It's a Small Small World" ride.

By now decided a blowjob was the most I wanted from this wack a doodle hoe & I wasn't even that sure of even that.

Between her slurping Mountain Dew & voraciously scarfing her burritos down we headed to Lent's Park w/ her tits out again & her showing me her pussy w// a lopsided landing strip that looked like it been done w/ a dull machete. Not helping...

Find a quiet place in the park & tell her to get sucking. Which she does just enough to get me hard until my radar detector decided to beep. "no photographic evidence" she shrieked & freaked out. Even w/ disconnecting it she thought I was filming her to show to "cops". Insisted on the limited backseat of truck's extended cab for the date. We traded places w/ the previous copilot (who by now was shaking her head at Dad & wanted fucking nothing to do w/ her). I have to remember to trust the pups reaction vs. my dumb ass.

She grabbed the last burrito & laid down on the back seat. I crawled in & kneeled above her stomach & told her to just fucking shut up & suck it. Again a minute or so before she started up again w/ bizarro land ramblings about me filming her. Those last burrito's were really the only thing she really wanted in her mouth.

Finally took matters into my own hand & between her masticating mouthfuls told me to finish on her tits only. Ignored her direction & as I let loose w/ a couple day backup, I shook my dick & managed to get some everywhere except her tits. On her face, hair & burrito mid bite. Here's a new flavor you bedlamite beech: nut sack burrito sauce.

As we got in the front seats she said something along the line of "is my Daddy feel all better now?" in what I presume was her little girl sexy (sic) voice. Before my stomach bile could even rise she followed loudly w/ "I have to poop". Oh yeah...for fucking sure there's that rising bile. Directed her the bathrooms by the playground as I told her "sure I'll wait for you". She ran as best she could in those heels. I was sure she was approaching turdcutter territory.

I threw her purse & drink out in the parking & gunned it home as fast as could while between searching for fallen morsels the copilot gave me more than one reproachful "what the hell were you thinking dummy" gazes.

If that wasn't enough. For years every time she'd spot truck she start the hey I'm over her Daddy look histrionics. Makes Sara #0.0 frantic gestures look like nothing.

Damage was the Taco Bell order. To my psyche...I can't even begin to describe it.

I told you it was far from pretty....

Safe recons & life.

Laughed a bunch at your post ZJ.

If I was to put a number on the amount of Walkers I've had to ditch it would be over 20 maybe closer to 30 in the years I've done this.

I think I've left at least 8-9 at the AM / PM on 92nd.

'Yeah sure I'll wait while you get condoms. " Stroker Ace ain't got nothing on me.