Day XXXVl

Girls girls girls

     If the girls were going to be there, we were going to be there too. It wasn’t just Latinos going to see Puente, there were Jewish, Italian, and other ethnic peeps into him too. The clubs had like rainbows of some of the most beautiful ladies on the planet, and they were dressed as if they were going to walk the red carpet at the Oscars.

     I used to light up my pipe, thinking I was looking so cool while doing it, and check out the babes. I would lean on the bar with a rum and coke in one hand, and my pipe in the other. The smoke was cool, real smooth going down, and it had a really nice bouquet that babes liked. The thing that got to me though was that I never really got used to all the saliva it created in my mouth. Biting that sucker, and holding it between my teeth…well, it watered my mouth. It was like being at the dentist, where you keep your mouth open, and they stick that drain tube into it. I never got used to it, and could never understand how guys did. Maybe I was doing something wrong, maybe some guys just love swallowing all that damned spit all the time. I didn’t, so I gave it up.

     They say you can get tongue, gum, and throat cancer from it. Nicotine has over 19 cancer causing chemicals in it. My senior year came, and went so fast, it made my head spin. Viet Nam was beginning to get hot, and guys were going into the military. They were joining the Marines, Navy, Air Force, and the Army, but mostly the Army.