I was living in a flop house in San Pedro called "Walt's". Walt also had a bar in the same building. It was a sad little beer bar with a 12" black and white TV for entertainment. The draw for me was Walt let me run a tab and that was important. The "Farmers market" was across the street and that was important also. I lived off of beer, bar food (hot dogs, pigs feet, pickled eggs) and ribs from the market.
I had a brown suit and a pair of pointed toe shoes both from some yard sale. The shoes got wet one day and I put them on the radiator to dry. The toes curled up like Genie shoes. All this seemed normal to me at the time.
So one night I'm in Walt's drinking beer on my tab in my brown suit and Genie shoes wishing I could drink rum when in walks Carol. (Not her name) She was married to a sailor who was away a lot. Not bad (as I remember) but not much above OK in looks.
Carol on this day had something that made her beautiful to me. She had some money and wanted me to go drinking with her. We started out at the Office bar hit several joints drinking the good stuff and ended up at Irene's. We picked up a bottle at the liquor store across from Irene's and on to her house.
It did not take long at her place to get around to what we were there for. Her fucking. Me working on the bottle.
Now something you men will not understand unless you have spent months drinking hard. Every day, day in day out drinking. That night I had a hard on that would not go away but could not get off. We started fucking at 2:00am and didn't stop, except for drinks, until her kids came in for lunch money at 7:00am. I got up then and went to work.
When I walked into my room after work there was something I really didn't want to see Carol. Also something I did want to see a bottle of rum.
We went through two bottles of rum and fucked all night long and at about 4:00am she said "Gee you are a great lover" Being a wise ass I said "Don't tell me tell your friends" and she did!
So here I am at a time when I could care less about sex and I have girls showing up at Walt's wanting to screw my dumb ass and willing to feed me booze to do it. One of those women was my first wife's mother.
It was at this time when I met my first wife Josephine. I was in love with Jo from the moment we met and it was a marriage and divorce later before I had another woman.
This story started in 1968. I got sober in 1975 and we divorced in 1981.
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