URBAN MYTHS

aloha,
i am crushed,crushed i tell you.(theatrics-Casablanca style)
Rampster (see his blog!) has accused me of plagarism with Bloody Mary (see his Comment).ah, the thanks i get for baring my soul? Rampster are you just playfully twisting my tale? tails?

no
I DID NOT STEAL THE TALE FROM SNOPES OR THE URBAN LEGENDS TV SHOW.
it actually happened to me. i was trying to explain the context of Nasty J et al with nude therapy and whatever.her name wasn't really Bloody Mary,maybe that's confusing to some but calling her Fred (another tale ) or Lil Big Tits (biker's girl) didn't have the same allure.
the thing about REALITY (sic) is that it doesn't have to be within the boundaries of belief.short example (non fiction) i met a woman in 1970s NYC at Central Park who had a horrific tale to tell.she had been thrown out of a hotel window,where she'd been whoring, by an angry trick or pimp i forget.she had broken every major bone in her body while laying hours in the rain waiting for help, which eventually came.this woman delighted in showing off the scars from her reconstructive surgeries , yes this did involve getting naked and touching her rock hard implants.so anyway she wanted me to crew (i.e. have sex with) with her and her husband on their boat around the Carribean ( i was on their boat briefly in Long Island).
i said NO i was going back to California.she asked me to look up John Presmount (his real name) and say HI.
yeah right,23 million people in those days and the odds of finding this one man were ridiculous. so about a year later my current leggy GF decided to join a commune,i visited to snoop around and found a pamphlet listing the history of the group ,rules and its past incarnations plus the real names of the founders...John Presmount being one of them.i delivered the message so they all thot i was some kind of spy or mind raper,whatever.me and my leggy GF split then she split from them (old Arab Proverb "a dissatisfied woman demands toasted snow". amen) and i saw her later looking haggard in the Haight.no pleasure in that unfortunately.
you would not accept this in a Tom Hanks or Sandra Bollock romantic comedy BUT IT HAPPENED TO ME.
trust me, i do not have to make up crap to fill this blog, i still have tales i think the statue of limitations has run out on...
whatever.

namaste
semper grumpy
mega