EAT THE RICH

"I must apolojize for the lack of bloodshed in tonight's program.We shall try to do better next time." Alfred Hitchcock

aloha again, this blog will be more tangled than usual but i think will live up to its title.we shall see..

PHOTOGRAPHY
i have been taking photographs since my parents bought me a super cheap Kodak Brownie camera in the 50s, it had a pinhole leak which i eventually found and repaired.if i had a camera and a girlfriend at the same time i would take pictures of her naked and vice versa.when we got a video camera i took tapes of Soul Mate sleeping (naked) and just talking (half naked) whenever she travels without me i put the tapes of her talking in the VCR so i don't feel so lonely without her .SIGH.

MY EX (*) and i were heavily into nude photography.when we were first together and she had but a single tattoo, i took pictures of her naked on her side in handcuffs, rather tame by our later standards. we were promptly declared UNDESIREABLE and banned by the local drugstore, we later found two shops in Downtown Oakland that would print ANYTHING!

NAKED IN HANDCUFFS
a lil backstory,
the rich and uber rich in San Francisco live along the northernmost coast in mansions facing Marin County and the Golden Gate Bridge- Pacific Heights,Presidio Terrace,Upper Filmore,Seacliff etc etc.Senator DiFi lives in Presido Terrace with her multi zillionaire hubby.
about thirty years ago now, a burglar broke into a Pacific Heights mansion where a mother and her adult daughter were alone.he quickly overpowered them both then,naked in handcuffs, made them give him a lesiurely tour of their mansion as he chose what to steal. they were humilated but otherwise unharmed as i recall.

EAT THE RICH
in the 70s the Opera and the SF Symphony were a big deal among the richer class.designer gowns and real jewelry were common in those days.to beat traffic most of the wealthy took cabs home so a cottage industry was born.smart thieves would steal a cab, bind and gag the driver in the trunk then get into the long cab line on Van Ness outside either venue.they would pick up then rob the wealthy, duct taped them quiet while they returned for another then another load.at the end of the night the driver was released,unharmed,in the middle of nowhere.this went on awhile until the cops put some undercover officer in cabs then it ceased for a year or two until they went away.betcha didn't know that didja?

a slight tangent,
i met a rich Nicauraguan (sp?) girl at City College SF in the mid 80s, who really really liked me.Maria (no lie) she was cute but dumb,not my type but my BFF at the time Kirby couldn't see straight for thinking about her.so we three went out for a date,she lived in Pacific Heights in a huge mansion by the Presidio wall.i was unaware of her family wealth until that moment as she dressed like a normal girl when i saw her.anyway we went to dinner and we sat hip to hip, her idea, as Kirby sat across the table lusting after her. everything was going okay until SHE CUT UP MY MEAT WITHOUT ASKING.like i was a child or senile...i was upset and as far as i know Kirby never did get laid by her.what is it with me and rich girls? there is that tangled enuff?

PAGANI if your Comments keep reading my mind like your last ones,someone might wash your mind out with strong soap.Keep on truckin'...SMILES.

in other news,
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Mahayana namaste
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