Mornin'...
Up with the mirror and a gold razor blade choppin' lines here.
Oh my...the stories. I remember well that 3' x 5' mirror we had as a coffee table back then (Summer of '80)... heehee. My roomie (a high school/college friend) got the shit by the pound. He'd dump it out on the table and we'd all sit around poking rocks with a blade. If it stuck to the blade it went in the house stash jar.
It was a big jar.
My roomie had a 8 week training class in Boston...so I was left in charge of handling business while he was gone. It was a busy house. LOL. His G/F of 9 years and I kept his shit together and partied hard on the jar, the 30lbs, and the multiple bags of ludes stashed on the closet while he was away.
One Sat. AM....about a month into his absence...his G/f came over and we were sitting there getting stoned when the phone rang. It was the olden days/caveman stuff back then where all the lines in the house were connected...so I picked up the phone
about the same time she picked up the phone in the kitchen. The first words out of his mouth were "You shoulda seen the pair of tits I woke up to this morning"....
I heard the other phone slam down...and then I heard his G/F crying. She told me it wasn't the first time he'd cheated on her. I gave her a big hug...
and as fast as you can tear your clothes off....it was our turn.
Heehee....we'd both been attracted to each other over the years but the respect of/for their relationship got in the way...until it didn't.
No noodle dick here. You guys just didn't do enough ludes with yer toot...
His friends coming over to buy drugs could tell instantly that something was up. Somebody called him and told him we were "cheating on him". LOFL. When he came home he told me I needed to move out. No big deal dude...
but I'm taking her with me.
And we've been married since '81.