Back in the mid – Seventies, Madelyn worked at a joint in Bonham, Texas: ‘Richard’s Jeans’.
She sold jeans and other shit. She loved her part-time job. It was a nice place. I had gone there a few times to see her…
On the 3’rd of July, circa 1974 Madelyn came home almost crying. I was working on my billiard skills (We had a pool table on the third floor of our ‘apartment’)
Madelyn ran past me, ran into her room and slammed the door. I took a sip from my Coors beer, then cautiously knocked lightly on her door.
“Go away!” she said. “Don’t think so,” I said to myself. I opened the door.
She was sitting on her bed, sobbing.
I sat down next to her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I have lost my job” she said. “That asshole Richard fire you? I’ll kill him” “No! He is closing the store!”
“Oh. Okay. I won’t kill him. At least not today.” (He paid her shit wages)
To Be Continued….
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Has occured to me some may not know of my relationship with Madelyn.
More Important: He Was A Guitar Player–Not Very Good At It, But He was My Ship-Mate–So I ALWAYS Watched His ‘Act”—Fuk This! I Will Finishj HIS Story Later. For Just Now, I Am Gonna Drink me into a self-Induced COMA
“Richard’s Lame-Ass Jeans Store, Chapter Five: “I Have Done The Deed! Sleep No More!” Milady Macbeth” (Fuk Fuk Fuk Fuk FUCK You WordPress! You FUCKED UP MY POST!!!!) I’m Gonna Go Full Kyle Rittenhouse On Your Dumb Ass!!!
“Runnin’ All Around My Brain
Mark Always Sang This Song To ‘Open His ‘Act’ At the Bar In IB–Imperial Beach—
A Video Montage of Joel Bernstein photos from the 1977 Jackson Browne Running On Empty Tour. Video Montage created by Andrew Thomas. A new version of ‘Running On Empty,’ with newly remastered sound and a faithful reproduction of the original artwork is now available on CD, 180-gram vinyl, and digitally! You can order your copy here: https://Rhino.lnk.to/ROE
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WP Has Fucked Up My Edit
I swear to God!
I am gonna go Postal
On Them!
I swear, as God as My Witness
I am Gonna Go’Postal’On Them
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I NEED This WOMAN In My Life!
I had a “Karen”
Once In My life
I Had a ‘Karen’
She Looked Nothing Remotely Resembling This
Alas!
Karen Black:
Lady Macbeth
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I Have But Murdered Sleep
Sleep No More!
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I arrived back home in Honey Grove.
Entered thru the side door, as always.
Madelyn and Daddy were sitting at the little round Kitchenette table watching Jeopardy or something.
I scurried past and hit the stairs.
Madelyn was hard on my heels.
We got to the third floor of Marcom Manor and I ran into my room.
Madelyn right behind.
“Did you do it?” she asked breathlessly.
I did not answer.
I turned on my little bullshit radio and dialed in the local Bonham radio station.
“Just wait” I said to her.
We waited.
After about four minutes, the announcer announced:
“Richard’s Jeans downtown was completely destroyed by fire this afternoon.”
I Spent Three Days In A Meskin Jail & Four Years In Iraq…Two Years In Afghanistan. Three Years In Sinai–Y’all Think Jail Frightens Me? Or Anything Frightens Me? Think Again My Friends.
Okay.
There is ONE Thing That Frightens Me:
ME
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This is a Work of FICTION! Because I Do Not Know if There is a Statute of Limitations on Arson. Not Any Word of this Story is True. It is ALL FICTION.
LMFAO!
That Said, This is Another Madelyn & Lance Tale (Fictional!)
Finally Found My Old Blue Jeans:
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Back in the mid – Seventies, Madelyn worked at a joint in Bonham, Texas: ‘Richard’s Jeans’.
She sold jeans and other shit. She loved her part-time job. It was a nice place. I had gone there a few times to see her…
On the 3’rd of July, circa 1974 Madelyn came home almost crying. I was working on my billiard skills (We had a pool table on the third floor of our ‘apartment’)
Madelyn ran past me, ran into her room and slammed the door. I took a sip from my Coors beer, then cautiously knocked lightly on her door.
“Go away!” she said. “Don’t think so,” I said to myself. I opened the door.
She was sitting on her bed, sobbing.
I sat down next to her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I have lost my job” she said. “That asshole Richard fire you? I’ll kill him” “No! He is closing the store!”
“Oh. Okay. I won’t kill him. At least not today.” (He paid her shit wages)
To Be Continued….
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Has occured to me some may not know of my relationship with Madelyn.
