She looks so much better with hair. Too bad about her bookends.
HAHA...yeah, those bookends are far past their useful date. The one on the right (yellow shirt) is the biggest loser on the North Coast; he's homeless, shameless, and is currently locked up in jail right now for trying to have sex with a farm animal. The one on the left is Air force Rob; he's a retired Air Force pilot who taught AP Calculus at Carol Morgan in Santo Domingo for two years. He still has two flight records standing at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. He flew for both the Air force and Marines in Pensacola, Florida. He did his 20 years and then retired at the age of 40, moving down here to Kite Surf and chase women. He is now living in the Philippines. Allow me to tell you a little about Rob:
I came into work and heard a genius of a song playing, Black Cow By Steely Dan. I love this song. It?s abstract jazz meets rock, fused together with a smooth, funky groove, a saxophone and a jazzy electric piano. The song fuses jazz and rock together in an effortlessly clever masterpiece.
I looked around the bar. Except for Air Force Rob, all I saw sitting around the bar were fresh, ripe, virgin tourists. I knew they were new because a plane full of tourists had just landed this morning and the news had spread like wildfire. Now, they were here, seated around the bar like burnt lobsters ? sunburned and raw. I could tell that they were fresh meat simply because every single one of them smelled of coconut suntan lotion and burnt skin. Unfortunately, the smell of the coconuts started to permeate the air and this started a chain reaction. First, the beach vendors started arriving by the dozens; then the prostitutes started arriving in a conga line that stretched from the hallway to the street; then the stray dogs started coming one after the other, assuming their position in line behind the beach vendors, the prostitutes and the crabs. Everyone started circling around the bar like vultures circling fresh road kill.
Among them sat Air Force Rob. He?s ex-military, and like a lot of military men who?ve spent too much time in foxholes and brothels he has impaired vision. Military personnel who?ve spent too much time overseas ? particularly in Asia ? sometimes develop cataracts that severely impair their vision, and this in turn affects their reasoning skills and better judgment.
What are cataracts? It?s a clouding that develops in the crystalline lens of the eye or in its envelope. The clouding varies in degree from slight to complete opacity, and obstructs the passage of light. Usually one eye is more affected than the other. Early in the development of a cataract, there?s near- sightedness (myopia), and the gradual yellowing and opacification of the lens may reduce the perception of light brown to dark colors. Hence, Romeo is unable to distinguish any real details of the girl he?s speaking to right now at the bar. She?s absolutely beautiful: a tall, curvy, Mocha Goddess with long brown legs and a hairdo that?s a miracle invention of peroxide, hairspray and gel. She smells of coconut suntan lotion and mold. She?s extraordinarily tall and is wearing a short blue dress. Unfortunately, it?s a combination of these things that have severely impaired Rob?s vision, reasoning skills and better judgment.
Rob is studying the Mocha Goddess. It?s easy to see from across the bar that he?s attracted to her. Unfortunately his cataracts are clouding his vision and he?s missing the finer details, like the lack of front teeth. But there?s more. Something?s not quite right. She?s too tall, her hair is too big, her hands are too wide, her feet are too long and then there?s this: she has an Adam?s apple. There?s no disguising it. He keeps glancing over at me and smiling. I smile back. He has no clue. Rob?s fallen for the bait? hook, line, and sinker.
Granted, Lady-boys are hard to spot, sometimes impossible to spot. Still, Air Force Rob?s a smart guy. Even so, like all the other guys down here, his clouded vision is not so much a result of progressive opacity in the lens as much as a direct result of the mistaken the smell of pussy in the vicinity. It?s a common problem with military men everywhere, endemic in fact. The sight and smell of pussy has over-powered their senses and better judgment to such an extent that they are rendered powerless when in the vicinity. Everything from this point on is absolute instinct, pure instinct. Even if you told Rob right now, ?Hey man, that?s a dude you?re talking to!? He wouldn?t believe you. Military personnel have a talent for conspiring in their own seduction. And right now, true to form, Rob is conspiring in his seduction to the point where he?s completely entranced, seduced and submissive. He?s fallen for the legendary trap of a Lady-boy.
Air Force Rob arrived down here four years ago to take on a teaching position at one of the more exclusive private schools in the capital. Rob?s credentials were unorthodox to say the least. He had no teaching credentials, no prior education experience and no teaching certifications. What he did possess in copious amounts was the discipline, tenacity and patience required to teach himself a completely new subject from scratch. Which subject did he teach himself? AP Calculus. In less than three years, Rob?s private high school students tested the highest AP Calculus scores in the school?s history.
In many respects, Rob is a genius. He can explain in detail the physics of nearly every known metal, he can go into great detail on the physics and limitations of nearly any airplane in the world, he set records at the Air Force academy. He devotes himself thoroughly to every subject he studies to such an extent that he will lock himself inside his room for days, emerging only when he?s mastered the subject completely. In this respect, he is obsessive- compulsive. He tackles subjects head-on. He?s a perfectionist. But like most military men, he suffers from a little understood universal disease: pussy worship.
What exactly is pussy worship? Once a victim is infected, they?re powerless. They cannot be cured. They cannot be treated. It?s like catching herpes: once you catch it, you have it for life. Men like Rob spend their whole lives trying to control it but, honestly, it?s all in vain. It controls you.
I?ve spent a lot of time studying Air Force Rob. He?s smart. Really smart. Scary smart. And yet, like nearly all military men who find themselves ship- wrecked and beached on some Caribbean or south-east Asian island, he?s addicted. He?s surrendered himself to worshipping pussy.
In many respects, Rob is like a Buddhist monk who, once confronted with the secrets of the universe, climbs the tower of the monastery and locks himself inside, emerging only to eat, drink and use the toilet. Rob?s trying to reach the highest state of Zen. People in this situation are like drug addicts. They?re not to be trusted. Why? Because they?ll do anything for their drug. They?ll lock themselves inside a room for days, forgoing food and water. The only difference about Rob?s drug is that, instead of cocaine or heroin, it?s pussy.
Don?t get me wrong? nearly all men are afflicted with pussy worship to some degree. Only for reasons not quite understood yet by the medical community, military personnel tend to get infected the worst, maybe they lack some mutation in their genes that would help them resist it. They spend copious amount of time and money searching, chasing, wooing, courting and paying for pussy. But like most drug addicts, the drug is stronger than they are. In many respects, pussy is the most lethal drug in the world. Why? Because people die for it and kill for it at a higher rate than any other physically-addicting drug in the world. At any given time, somewhere, someone is killing for it, dying for it, or being killed over it. Rob?s problem: he?s already killed for it.
From my book, "The Sex Lives of Misfits."
Frank