Like most afternoons in the late 90’s, I was sitting in The Crab Shell, a local hangout in Venice Beach at the end of Washington Blvd. I was chatting with David Smith, a drinking buddy in those days. He’s gone now. The great thing about The Crab Shell was that it had a 2nd floor […]
A Call From The Sunset
In the mid 80’s I met a beautiful woman named Kath. We moved in together and we stayed together for about 3 years. She was a wonderful person. Slightly older than me but so open to life that I doubt anyone could not be drawn to her no matter of age. People flocked to her […]
THE FRENCH CONNECTION
In 1979 I took the job of bar manager in the Ardilaun House Hotel in Galway city. In order to be able to visit my folks in Moyard, (around 50 or 60 miles away) I bought a brand new blue and white Honda 175cc. Now I’d never ridden a motorcycle before but that would not deter me. […]
The Last Party
In 1980 I was working for two of the most ignorant people I’d ever met in my 25 years on this here planet. My immediate boss was the son of the “big boss” [sounds like the mafia!].
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