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{me and jean harlow} william taylor jr. I was about 21 she was somewhat younger and looked just like Jean Harlow we'd get drunk every night simply because there was nothing else to do I don't think nobody got drunk like we got drunk but I guess every drunk thinks that way anyway there was never anywhere to go so we'd just drive around until we'd end up in some lonely neighborhood or empty park somewhere the cops wouldn't bother us much and we'd sit in the car and drink and she'd smoke stolen cigarettes but the best times was when we'd get some broken down room somewhere I'd sit in bed and watch her smoke and walk naked around the tiny room laughing and cursing about something or other and I would just watch her and write poems inside my head even now I can't remember anything ever being better than that. |
