The Most Missed One: Indigo Girl 2: Callen, “The One That Got Away.”

CALLEN!
My Girl!
I wished upon a Star

(But I Fell Too Far)

Vid Share Cred: Louis De Nennie

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Not Callen, (Below) But almost a ‘Dead-Ringer’–Especially the Smile

(Ed. Note: Callen Was / Is More Beautiful)

Callen Look-Alike (Blake Lively, I think)

“It’s pleasure to try ’em; it’s trouble to keep them.”

“Breaks my Heart Just Lookin’ at Her”

If…

Jenna

 

Indigo Girls Chapter One: Jenna

was the ‘air-brushed’ perfection, professional beautiful angel,

 

thus it follows… yin and yang:

Callen was the unkempt, unsteady, unreliable, super lazy blonde stoner / juicer who did not give a fuck.

Half the times she showed up for work she was slightly stoned, or drunk, or a combination of the two.

And Of Course I fell madly in Love with HER. I really had No Choice.

Laws of Physics.

And she had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. To see her smile was something I cannot begin to describe, but of course, I tried not to notice, because I was a “Professional Security Guard” (Licensed-to-Carry-A-Gun-But-Not-Licensed-To-Ever-Use-It)—and not supposed to be prone to emotion, nor feelings.

She had long blonde hair (have I ever mentioned that I have never had any luck with blondes? Pretty certain I have, but I seem to be drawn to them. Moth to flame, as it were.)

She was about five foot eight and just a little ‘chunky’ but a good kind of ‘chunky’. She really was a beautiful, kinda country-looking woman. She had a ‘soft’ look. This is hard to explain and probably does not look good in print, but she had a soft look.

What I am desperately trying to explain is that she just looked ‘comfortable’ and potentially ‘comforting.’ (I could fall safely asleep in her embrace) Unlike a lot of the women I have ‘experienced’ in my life; most of them were ‘uncomfortable.’ And NOT safe.

Oh fuck it. Let’s move on, shall we?

Yet trust me on this one folks, I have been with women from all over the world. I know women. I love them and I appreciate them. All manner of shapes and sizes of them. This one, this Callen, was ‘Top Shelf.” But moving on from my ‘sexist’ commentary over her looks:

Callen, being ever lazy would ask me to do things that were not in my wheelhouse nor in my mind to do. I was a Fucking Security Guard.

That was MY Job!

My ONLY JOB!

She would ask me (ever so nicely) to deliver towels or shit paper or coffee to some guest’s room. First few times she asked me to do these things I just invited her to fuck off (I did not verbalize it that way, but she caught the drift).

Now please allow me to explain something:

Hotel Indigo had a ‘gym’ of sorts. There were weights and a weight machine. I had eight hours to kill every night and I was big ‘Into’ lifting weights back then, so I took about an hour out of my shift every night to lift weights in their gym.

While sitting in my car one night, after finishing my workout, I had a ‘sudden’ epiphany.

How could I refuse Callen’s simple requests of me to break MY Rules, when she did not call me out for breaking the Hotel Indigo’s Rules?

(I was not supposed to be using their ‘Fitness’ Center.)

I got off my ass, walked into to Lobby and had this statement for her:

“Callen, do you know what an epiphany is?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, I just had one. I owe you an apology. You don’t say shit about me spending an hour a night working out in your fitness center. I enjoy doing that, and you never say shit about it. You would never ‘drop a dime’ on me FOR Doing it. This much I know about you. Certainly, if you need me to do something for you that is not strictly in my ‘Security Guard’ purview, from now on, I will do it. I owe you this. I am very fond of you. More than you know. You are good people.”

I extended my hand. She took it. And shook it.

“We good?” I asked.

“Yep. We good,” she replied.

And I was more in love with her at that point than was prudent.

“It’s pleasure to try ’em; it’s trouble to keep ’em.”

–Joni

Oh, in case anyone is wondering, Callen was probably twenty-eight and change, years-wise.

These kinds of details are not important to me.

But they may be important to the casual reader.

So there ya go.

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Very sad footnote:

I discovered after we had known each other for some time that she had had some real tragedy in her young life:

She woke up one morning next to her dead boyfriend.

He had just died during the night.

She could not explain why nor how, but I am quite certain it fucked her up.

As it would anyone.

Her story made me almost cry.

Actually it did make me cry, but I waited until I got back to my car.

Then I tried to think up ways I could win this woman.

Came up empty.

Probably for the best:  hers and mine.

“Words of love won’t win a girl’s heart anymore….”

“Just Don’t misspell her name, ’cause she’s the one that got away.”

More on my recent

“Callen Remembrance Regret.”

I woke up with her on my mind–I suppose this is obvious, and I don’t really need to verbalize it.

But I do it anyway…

More Callen Found Here

I tried to make a ‘SHORT LIST’ of all the Women I Love, Respect, and Admire (& Desire!) Such Folly! Who Was I Kidding?! This ‘List’ Just goes on and on and on and on….

Below is just a ‘Short’ Collection of a Few of My Favorite ‘Things

My Humble Tribute to All The Girls

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I Really Do LOVE You Stevie! You’re the Best of All the Rest.

I Adore You Stevie Nicks! (In Spite of my Recent (playful) Bashings of you)


“Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I’m getting older too
Oh! I’m getting older too”

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Let’s Get On With it. Shall we?

“I Regret Nothing”

—Edith

“They put in a Nickle and they want a Dollar Song.”

Beautiful, Beautiful Joni

“When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go…”

Sexy Grace

I tried to make a ‘short’ list of all the women whom I love and admire:

“Yeah! Good Luck With That!”

(The ‘Short’ Part)

  1. Joni
  2. Linda
  3. Barbra
  4. Catherine
  5. Sheryl
  6. Carly
  7. Cher
  8. Ex-wives (all four)
  9. Melanie
  10. Janis
  11. Mom
  12. Christine
  13. Grace
  14. Julie
  15. Madonna
  16. Lanie
  17. Edith
  18. K.D.
  19. Jill
  20. Dolly
  21. Holly
  22. Tanya (Native Texan!)
  23. Judy
  24. Liza (With a ‘Z’ “Not ‘Lisa’ With an ‘S'”)
  25. Dorothy
  26. Camila
  27. Shakira
  28. Stevie (Honorable Mention)
  29. And of Course, My “Lisa With an S” My Third Wife:

Then I ran out of virtual ink

Stray Tuned!

I shall expand!

But I’m in over my head!

Most people who write about ‘Fleetwood Mac’ Write about Stevie.

I write about Christine.

“Christine has such a rich, deep down dark chocolate voice . I love her”

–Lance Marcom, Circa 2021

(Stevie is such a condescending little bitch during this video—Watch it closely. Then you will see what I see)

Song-Bird! No Shit!

Cher! She’s All There:
The Whole Perfection Package.

Carly!

Bat-Shit Crazy & Wild Tanya.
I Love Her Like Cash Money!

Bella Madonna!

Babs!

Joni!!

Grace!

I have not the words to describe how I love this woman.

Catherine! Zeta-Jones!

Love YOU Girl! Lanie!

Linda Baby!

K.D. Yes!

Jill Clayburgh!

First time I saw The movie (Silver Streak) at the Grove Theatre, I thought Jill Clayburgh one of the Most Beautiful and Charming Women in the Entire World.
(And I still Do)

Dolly, A Natural, National Charmer Treasure:

Holly!

“Judy Judy JUDY!”

(SORRY, Cary Grant, And Rock Hudson)

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Liza!

Dorothy: Epitome of The Perfect American Woman

Vid Creation Cred: Wat Bradford

Camila Darling!

Sexy Shakira!

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And This Beat Goes On…

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I ‘Construct’ My Posts to Entertain.

No other hidden desire resides within me.

If you have come this far, I hope you enjoyed this post at least half as much as I enjoyed constructing it.

‘Twas a “Labour of Love

I Have But Few Words… That’s Bullshit; I have lots of Words. I Purchased Them. I Have the Receipts. Lots of shit added to this post. Now I just need to walk away from it.

Fake Bitch Below

Fuk You Jolie!

Not Fake:

Ethiopian refugees who fled Tigray region, queue to receives treatment within the Fashaga camp on the Sudan-Ethiopia border, in Kassala state, Sudan December 14, 2020. REUTERS/Mohamed Nureldin Abdallah

Not Fake:

Never Fake:

Joni Darlin’ you are for reals

The below powerful vid, put together by Leeshan is a motherfucking ‘must-watch’, otherwise you got no business here.

You miss the entire fucking point of the exercise.

Your top soil flies away

People die.

Best best best written lines from Joni’s song:

“A T.V. star with a P.R. smile
Calls your baby “it” while strolling
Through your tragic trials
On and on–stupidity”

Angelina Jolly… go fuck yerself! Sanctimonious Bitch! Take that asshole you married with you…..Brad something or other — who left a wonderful wife, Jennifer, for a whore! Not much more. Whore. Naw! Slut. Bitch! Naw…..

Fuk this. I respect your father. He made great movies. Fuck have you done? Lara Croft? With your fake tits? Gimme a fucking break! Go get wrecked! You cannot ‘act’ your way out of a paper sack.

You will NEVER ever live up to this performance. Guess your nut fell too far from the fucking tree…. next county….state….world….

“Uh. Lance? Don’t sugar-coat it; tell us how you really feel.”

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Midnight is All Right

This Film is so….

“Texas!”

‘Midnight Cowboy’ Only X-Rated Movie to Ever Win An Oscar–Not that any of that matters, but, it still makes me smile inside to think about all the pompous asses in Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Morons

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“Midnight Cowboy was the first and only X-rated film to win the Academy Award for best picture, a fact that’s useful to know on trivia night, but otherwise needs to be appended by about five or six asterisks. The Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA) originally rated the film an R, changed it to an X for its depiction of prostitution and homosexuality, and then changed it back to an R only two years later, a tacit acknowledgement that the board had gotten it right the first time. Seeing the film today, 50 years later, the ratings controversy seems all the more curious, given the relative timidity of its nude scenes and a gay hustle at a Times Square theater that’s all uncomfortable glances and implication.”

–Source: The Guardian–Left Wing Mag Rag

(Vid Cred: Leeshan)

Since I retain my Third World Mode…

And counting my blessings…

Yet I possess/retain empathy.

I have been to Africa.

I have seen it.

Up Close

Have you?

Very fucking related:

Sorry.

It just angers me that ninety-nine percent of the wealth in the world is owned by one percent of the population.

Yeah, I am not the first to piss moan and complain about this…. but I want to be to loudest asshole in the room.

And we should ALL get our fifteen minutes and be the girl with the most cake….

Even though it is fleeting.

And yes.

I have been to Ethiopia, Kenya, Somalia, Ghana, Iraq, Afghanistan, Philippines, ….. Egypt… All the fuck over….

Ah

Fuck it!

I am no ‘sit-on-my-ass pontificator’

I have seen too fucking much.

Far too fucking much.

This is my problem

Not yours.

I Have But Few Words

Fake Bitch Below

Fuk You Jolie!

Not Fake:

Ethiopian refugees who fled Tigray region, queue to receives treatment within the Fashaga camp on the Sudan-Ethiopia border, in Kassala state, Sudan December 14, 2020. REUTERS/Mohamed Nureldin Abdallah

Not Fake:

Never Fake:

Joni Darlin’ you are for reals

The below powerful vid, put together by Leeshan is a motherfucking ‘must-watch’, otherwise you got no business here.

You miss the entire fucking point of the exercise.

Your top soil flies away

People die.

Best best best written lines from Joni’s song:

“A T.V. star with a P.R. smile
Calls your baby “it” while strolling
Through your tragic trials
On and on–stupidity”

Angelina Jolly… go fuck yerself! Sanctimonious Bitch! Take that asshole you married with you…..Brad something or other — who left a wonderful wife, Jennifer, for a whore! Not much more. Whore. Naw! Slut. Bitch! Naw…..

Fuk this. I respect your father. He made great movies. Fuck have you done? Lara Croft? With your fake tits? Gimme a fucking break! Go get wrecked! You cannot ‘act’ your way out of a paper sack.

You will NEVER ever live up to this performance. Guess your nut fell too far from the fucking tree…. next county….state….world….

“Uh. Lance? Don’t sugar-coat it; tell us how you really feel.”

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Midnight is All Right

This Film is so….

“Texas!”

‘Midnight Cowboy’ Only X-Rated Movie to Ever Win An Oscar–Not that any of that matters, but, it still makes me smile inside to think about all the pompous asses in Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Morons

***

“Midnight Cowboy was the first and only X-rated film to win the Academy Award for best picture, a fact that’s useful to know on trivia night, but otherwise needs to be appended by about five or six asterisks. The Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA) originally rated the film an R, changed it to an X for its depiction of prostitution and homosexuality, and then changed it back to an R only two years later, a tacit acknowledgement that the board had gotten it right the first time. Seeing the film today, 50 years later, the ratings controversy seems all the more curious, given the relative timidity of its nude scenes and a gay hustle at a Times Square theater that’s all uncomfortable glances and implication.”

–Source: The Guardian–Left Wing Mag Rag

(Vid Cred: Leeshan)

Since I retain my Third World Mode…

And counting my blessings…

Yet I possess/retain empathy.

I have been to Africa.

I have seen it.

Up Close

Have you?

Very fucking related:

Sorry.

It just angers me that ninety-nine percent of the wealth in the world is owned by one percent of the population.

Yeah, I am not the first to piss moan and complain about this…. but I want to be to loudest asshole in the room.

And we should ALL get our fifteen minutes and be the girl with the most cake….

Even though it is fleeting.

Screwed! Cork-Screw’ed! Properly In Peril!

Ever seen a grown man cry?:

My Corkscrew is a Broke-Dick Dog!

Those who claim to know me…

Will unner-stan what a crisis this be for me!

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I’m old enough, and ‘country enuff’ to remember having a ‘party line.’

Any of Y’all remember those?

(Thank You Hank JR:—You have always Been an Inspiration for Me) :

I suppose I could always smash the bottle against some concrete.

OOPs!

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But, in the doing of that… I may spill some of that, that, that I need so much!

Ever’ Drop!

(Lance is an alcoholic, doan’cha know—and Juicers are very good at rationing their Booze Provisions—we plan ahead!)

But There are always ‘options.’

And ‘work-arounds’

Just requires some ‘critical thinking’ and ‘Critical Drinking’—

and a Brain–

None of which I have readily available to me at this moment.

“Hello! DT Me!–

(DT’s — Self-imposed!)

Been a while!

Long time no see!

How’s the family?

How’s the wife and kids?

(I have a bit of Scottish in me… but it came out of a bottle—not out of Scotland…)

The Drunk Scotsman

Cred for Share Vid: Saine Tarasind

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Since we are travelling about the UK…

Irish Rovers-Drunken Sailor

Best line from the Song:

“We’ll put him in a long boat ’til he’s sober.”

Vid Share Cred: John Kenton

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I love my life.

I love that I am, by nature, a happy person.

All The Leaves Are Brown and the Fucking Sky is Grey. I miss my sister Goddamn it!

This post may not, at first read, seem to have anything to do with Madelyn, but if you fucking read between the lines, it has everything to do with her. She taught me so much about life, real life. The things that matter in life, and now, I suppose, death.

Goddamn you non-existent God!

She taught me music—Joni, Cat Stevens, almost taught me about sex. She taught me how to smoke dope. She taught me how to be a good young man.

She stood up for me when Daddy and his bitch wife (her mother) were going to force me to drop out of football because of my lousy grades.

She was ALWAYS there for me, and in my small, certainly impotent, lacking way, I was always there for her. Just like in the fucking Waltons.

We were not always in touch. I, in later years ran off to faraway shit holes halfway around the world, but she stayed with me, in my mind and in my heart. And I would often catch me saying to me, “I wish Madelyn could see this shit. She would get the joke of it all.”

I rest my case. Case Resting

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I WANT MY SISTER BACK!

I WANT MY SISTER BACK!

I WANT MY SISTER BACK!

I WANT MY SISTER BACK!

IF THERE IS A GOD,

I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU ‘GOD’

GO FUCK YOURSELF.

And when you take a break from fucking yourself,

GO FUCK JESUS TOO!!!

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My life has taken on a new shade of grey.

Not fifty.

One is a fucking nuff.

I have spent a great portion of my life living in California.

First with my Mom back in the Sixties and then Later (Mid 80’s) When I was a Sailor Stationed in San Diego.

I have always loved Cali (Of Course not as I LOVE Texas, But Love California I did.)

So it is with a Heavy Heart That I Post this Post.

The California That I loved so Much is Dead to me Now.

And So glad I ‘escaped’ before She Tuned to Literal Shite.

I’d like to hang onto my GOOD Memories of California–All the Times Mom and I would go to San Francisco, Santa Cruz,

And of course

Haight-Ashbury

And 39613 Bruning Street

Michelle Phillips was such a tiny, petite, beautiful lady. Guess she still is….

Love You Cass Elliot et al–Wonderful Talent in This Group

What Would You Say Now Joni?

Dearest Joni, Pretty sure California has broken your Heart as it has mine. I love you Joni for this magical Song–and for ALL of your Magical Songs–You are such an important part of my life. And you will always remain, holding a very special place in my heart.

Until Death do us part. I hope I go first. I do not wish to live in a world without you, Joni Mitchell

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Moving on–My fawning desire over Joni, for now, sated

(But trust me: It will resurface, and probably much sooner than later)

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And this Saddens Me. Me, The Eternal Cock-Eyed Optimist, But Some things Are Perma-Broken and I see no Chance of Fixing Them Anytime soon: