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Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones?

by
 I was shacked with a
24 year old girl from
New York City for
two weeks- about
the time of the garbage
strike out there, and
one night my 34 year 
old woman arrived and
she said, "I want to see
my rival.
" she did and then she said, "o, you're a cute little thing!" next I knew there was a screech of wildcats- such screaming and scratch- ing, wounded animal moans, blood and piss.
.
.
I was drunk and in my shorts.
I tried to seperate them and fell, wrenched my knee.
then they were through the screen door and down the walk and out into the street.
squadcars full of cops arrived.
a police heli- coptor circled overhead.
I stood in the bathroom and grinned in the mirror.
it's not often at the age of 55 that such splendid things occur.
better than the Watts riots.
the 34 year old came back in.
she had pissed all over her- self and her clothing was torn and she was followed by 2 cops who wanted to know why.
pulling up my shorts I tried to explain.

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