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Tiffany one of the cousins
This is a picture of Tiffany now living around the mission. Was locked up for awile that explains her new figure.
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The Worst Day Ever on the Avenue
[size=2][b]Finally[/size][/b], back at my car I thought things were looking up – she (my car) started. And, I had a plan. I would make a pick-up and go to one of the many nearby places I know. Then I could reap the benefits of the Little Blue pill and if the car did not start when I came out – then I could call AAA. Skipping some details, I jump ahead. I picked up Grace North of Lehigh. She looked beautiful in her black tights with her flowing black hair. I just knew my luck had changed. It had. It had gotten worst. We drove around, we called and we looked everywhere – there wasn’t a room available anywhere. I could not believe it. Either no one was home; the rooms were in use or they were no longer renting. There was nowhere for us to lay our weary heads. And the whole time I’m driving around afraid to turn-off my car for fear that it would start again.
[size=2][b]Grace[/size][/b], trooper that she was, was willing to go to the Carlisle. That would have been no problem for me. If the car didn’t start after an hour at the Carlisle, I could always call AAA from there. And Grace, who was fully aware of our possible dilemma, was willing to go to the Carlisle and take the chance of being stranded and having to find her was back. (That’s dedication to duty.)
[size=2][b]Dumb[/size][/b] ass that I am, I listen to my “Big Head,” and not the little one. I’d been stuck here on the avenue for about three hours, I was getting tired and I just wanted to fuck and go home. Besides, I didn’t want to strand Grace in North Philly. So, I opted to go back to the one place I knew where we could get a room. Right! You guessed it. It was bad, worse than ever. There were no bugs. But! There were no lights except for in the kitchen and we had to stay downstairs. We didn’t have a bed or a place to lay or even sit. Grace sat in a chair and complained that it was wet (cat piss?).
[size=2][b]I tried [/size][/b] a standing BBBJ. Trooper that she was, Grace did her best. She managed to get me nice and hard, but that was about it. The surroundings, the atmosphere, the smell – I just could not relax enough to get fully into it. This wasn’t what I wanted. A little pissed at myself, I told Grace to stop.
[size=2][b]Grace[/size][/b] was great. Under the circumstances, she did the best she could. She was willing to bend over backwards (if you know what I mean) to give me want I wanted. It would have been anticlimactic – just a nut – and I wanted a master blaster. I’d date her again and that is the plan, just as soon as I can find her again.
[size=2][b]Unfortunately [/size][/b] “The Worst Day Ever on the Avenue,” wasn’t over yet. The evil gods weren’t done with me. After Grace and I left the dump, my car did start and I drove her back to the “K.” I should have gone home – I didn’t. It was getting dark and I knew my buddy would be home; where I could get a room. Then; I saw this beautiful little blonde spinner walking down the avenue. Ah! Perhaps my luck had changed.
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The Worst Day Ever on the Avenue
[size=2][b]Right[/size][/b] then and there I should have called AAA. I didn’t. Why? That’s where the long story begins, but, I will not bore you with minor details. I am no mechanics. I don’t play one on T.V. Yet, I thought I knew what the problem might be. I decided to give the car an hour to heal itself. After all, it was a nice day and, there were girls everywhere and on every corner. Oh! And there was one other thing. I had already taken a little blue pill. Fuck if I was going to waste one of my pills. Do you know what they cost?
[size=2][b]I decided[/size][/b] not to call AAA, but to walk the avenue for about an hour and give the pill a chance to take effect and my car an opportunity to change it’s mind and start. I walked. I spoke with Tiffany at Letterly. I spoke with Cleo and another girl further up. At Huntingdon station I said hello to Jen and Jennifer. I sat at Huntingdon station for awhile and watched as at least a half dozen girls came and went. I started walking back toward my car. On the way back, I stopped at a Vietnamese restaurant for a late lunch. So many girls! So fucking many girls, I couldn’t believe my unluckiness.
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The Worst Day Ever on the Avenue
[size=2][b]Recently[/size][/b] I spent the absolutely worst day that I have ever had on Kensington Avenue. Nothing, I mean nothing that I did turned out right. Somehow or another I must have angered the Gods of mongering. It was as if the Gods of mongering had turned their backs on me, their favorite son.
[size=2][b]First[/size][/b], let me assure you that this was a long drawn out detailed event, I was on the avenue for almost six hours. So when I say the “Worst Day,” that’s what I mean – I was on the avenue almost an entire day. I arrived on the avenue mid-afternoon, it was sunny and bright, a really nice day. And to complicate things, there were girls everywhere. There were girls on all of the usual corners. There were girls near the DD, Bull dealer and down to that corner bar and in-between. There were girls near the park and at the 7Eleven. The southern end was crawling with girls, from Cambria to Letterly. I did a turn-a-round just pass Letterly and decided to spot at an ATM. There are no Banks on the avenue. But, I know of a pretty safe ATM. I parked nearby on the avenue. [b]When I came back, from the ATM, my car would not start.[/b] Oh! Shit!
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