Twennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnty facts

Taggers will be thrown in the crocodile pit:

1-I'm a sex pig, I mix voyeurism, lots of other things too....Na, I won't tell, just guess.
2-When I go some way it's all the way.
3-To stop smoking didn't do any good, I just got fat and wishing I could smoke again.
4-I have learned to say 'yes' to my pretty wife.
5-Everybody laughs when I'm serious. S**T !!
6-I play tarock card game on the net.
7-Dogs love me at first snif, I wonder about it but I'm not worrying.
8-I would like to have a hundred thousand friends all over the world: I love people.
9-I don't mind bumble-bees, I made friend with one once.
10-I love with no restraint and I stick to my family.
11- I don't mind dying, I have died few times already.
12-I snore(I've been told).
13-I always skip number 13.
14-I've got two countries, one is mine and the other too.
15-I want to be appreciated so much that it's ridiculous.
16-I wish for peace, I hope for it.
17-Only one thing I don't understand puritanism.
18-I fucked a fantastic old lady in my teens.(I will describe one day).
19-The most frightful thing to me is prison.
20-I want too many things to be ever satisfied.

There's no title....no

I was to meet that german family and since they are real people I can't tell their last name, I was to meet them in Zolden in austria for Christmas vacations, I was young and stupid(I still
keep a mediocre score as far as intelligence is concerned) and the reason I was going to Zolden had to do with one of the daughters of that family. I was an art student in Nice's school of 'Art Deco' and let's face it I wasn't rich, I gathered all the francs I could and changed them into pfennings and I took a train to Austria.
Camilla and Virginia met me in their hotel where later on I was greeted by the whole family. We talked a while until one of them asked me in which hotel I was, when they learned I hadn't reserved anywhere they told me to look for a room as fast as I could, I was in a sky resort by
Xmas' time and I hadn't reserved a room ! Silly ! Camilla and Virginia walked with me as I made
a trip around the town to find a room. I checked all the hotels in the city but they were all full, the few houses on the outskirt were full too.
Then, when about to give up, when passing back in the middle of town, I saw a house with a gasthaus sign painted on the front, we didn't really believe they would have a room for me but since it was the last house we hadn't ring to, I tried the bell anyway, a woman in her sixties+
opened the door and stood looking at me mouth open then she called someone behind her and
a man of the same age came out and staggered when he saw me and he said something like
"mein gott..." It was really strange.
I asked Camilla to speak for me, I knew very little german, and see if they had a free room I could rent, the answer was "Ja,ja....and so on" and when we inquired about the price, we've been
told they'll rent it for something like 10 francs a day breakfast included, I was stunned.
This was so cheap that I planned to stay much longer then I figured before.
It was a big room with three beds and it was unbelievable. Camilla told me her surprise to find
how cheap it was but all to my joy to have a place to sleep, breakfast included, I accepted and told them I would stay 10 days. They seemed to hear that with great pleasure. Lucky me.
I was suppose to have breakfast before 10 AM but the nights were so busy I woke up past 12
almost everyday, first day I thought I missed it but the woman called me back and showing me
the living room said "frushtig" or something like that, my cup of coffee was steaming and there was bread,butter,honey and all kinds of things to eat.
It went like that for a week and they gave me a key so I could get back as late as I wanted.
One afternoon I was going to leave to join my friends and I don't remember why I was looking for the lady, to tell her or ask her something but I couln't find her, as I past near their private entrance I noticed the door was slightly open and calling her I pushed it.
It was a small living room and it had a chimney and on the chimney......it's hard man, it's hard...
to wake up to other people's heart.....it still makes me cry man....on the chimney, in full uniform
of WW2 german army..... it was me, man, smiling and the same age I had, but 20 years before.

Blogger? Who's that?

A blogger's got time and he spends it,he or she writes down day dreams,wishes,stories,bullshit and many other things. In usual understanding; the blogger wants to communicate, most of the time the blogging males want all the females bloggers to know how wise, strong,smart and worthy they are, all that with a touch of good taste (I'm well off but I hate to speak about it).
Blogging girls parade is: Geee! Even though I'm a beauty (follows pix of artisticaly covered boobs,butts, shoulders,legs,thighs,backs,tummies and slender arms) I also have a brain,
well, really, that's a good thing, glad to hear you have a brain, it relieves everyone to learn that,
we were worrying about it, thanks for the tip.
I'm cynical about all this or I might seem so but really I'm mostly enjoying it, I think dreamers
are great, I think it wonderful to try to shine when it's raining outside and I'm not out of it,no no,
because hiding behind my web-script I participate, play the same game even though on a lower scale since I'm getting old now. I don't know why I like people, it might be a kind of defect, I
might be a nice moron>>------> I don't care >>------> Yes please keep on blogging, keep it on
and on and on, keep on dreaming, keep on sending dancing scripts and nude pix, tell me, them,
tell everybody what you think, what you do or did, show what you see, say what you need and:
THERE'S NO GOOD REASON TO STOP>>-----> except death of course.

Rocco and I,after restaurant 

Nano's got the checker T-shirt,Do's blue,I'm green and pete's on the other side. 

Antibes revisited

I was about thirteen when my mother got me on the "Liberté" and sent me to my dad in New Orleans via New York,Liberté was a passenger ship of the old and late French Line.Not much to
say about the six days crossing to NY except that north atlantic can be pretty rough in winter
and that food doesn't always stay quietly in your tummy after lunch.After reaching NY some relatives put me on a plane heading down south,the plane made a stop by Atlanta and we took off to New Orleans just before noon so we had some food brought to us,that's when I learned I couldn't have beer with my meal and it was quite a surprise,different countries=different laws.

I spent five years in NO. split between High School and Bourbon St. where my dad played piano
in Lafitte's Blacksmith's Shop at night, later I went to LSU in Baton Rouge but had a nervous breakdown by midyear and I went back to France shorly afterward.
I had no activities for months, just psychological reconstruction.

I got a small job during the summer and made some francs working in a soda company.The world was spinning through the sixties and I was twenty.There was not much night life in Antibes in autumn, so I ended up in a joint in the old part of the city,it was kind of whisky and call girls sort of bar and it was the only neon spot light shining during the night so I got in, sat
by the counter,took me a while to decide to try a glass of Irish whisky 'cause I never been much
of a drinker but didn't regret it,it was good whisky. Two men were seating next to me and one of them I recognized ; he had been to school with me in Antibes' college(sort of junior high) his dad
was a doctor.He always said he would become a doctor too and that doctors made lots of money
and he could then have all he wanted.
So I turned to him to make sure I wasn't mistaking a stranger to be my schoolmate and when I met his eyes he recognized me-Why hell, Gerard, is that really you-of course it is,who else could
ware such a fuckface--- we kept talking on about what we've been doing and I learned that finally he had become a doctor as he had planned to be,his friend left and we drinked another
shot and he stopped chating with me for a moment to write a note that he gave to the barman,
I saw the barman bringing the note to a girl sitting five or six stools away from us,I was very surprised by the look of that girl,I mean generally call girls are not that beautiful,this one was.
She was half Asia,eurasian,and it was plain to see that she had everything in place where it should be(I really worship pretty women).
She wrote a note back and the barman got it back to my school buddy who showed it to me--
saying "That girl is crazy,watch this,she wants three thousands francs for the night,she's nuts I tell you"--- I made sure that he wasn't interested and went straight to the girl.
Hello Miss,I gather my friend won't pay 3000 francs to be with you but I feel different,in fact I think you're worth much more and I would like to give more but it's all I have I'll be so glad if you say yes.
She did say yes and she had beautiful everything and she stayed all night,and she left in the morning and came back laughing with croissants and sweet bread for breakfast,we want strolling during day time and it was very quite,we didn't talk much and she came back to my place to spend another night,saying : "You had your treat, now I want mine".
I did everything she wanted and I didn't charge her anything for it.

Beachcomber's Water Activities

When eventually Rocco was in lack of building contracts during what was called the rain season he told me so
and I started to look for another job,it took me three days to find one.I answered an add in the local newspaper in which they asked for a serious person to work in the Beachcomber's W.A. and who could speak and write in english as well as possible,I went there and got the job after a short interview.
Another guy was working there,he was Tahitian and his name was Nano,as all Tahitians I met he was cool and
easy going,he was also very sociable and quite intelligent but at first he kind of got me all wrong.I was the stranger farani and it took him a while to wonder if he was right about me.Nano had a few hints he could be wrong and finaly decided to try to see who I really was,he told me he would like to have a party and see me drink it up and get loose some.we rigged it up, invited a few friends,Dominique was there, a cool guy named
Peter and two Japaneese girls Nano had met during the same day.We each brought some stuff to the party,we had some booze and things to eat,we had music and we had the first "bringue" (wild drunken party) in the first three month I worked in the W.A. with Nano.We had a good time and the night was perfect as many polynesian nights are and when after a few hours everything started to cool down and we had cleaned the mess we've made,Nano took one of the japaneese girls on a small plastic speed boat to have her visited the big catamaran we used for cruising with customers,it had a cabin;see what I mean?
Night was soft and quite and there was not a ripple on the lagon,Nano boarded the twin floats sailing ship that was anchored about a hundred yards from the peer I was sitting on,and casually put a foot on the deck and left the other on the runabout and kept talking to the girl who was agreeing to what he was saying.
by the time he'd finished his sentence I noticed the runabout was drifting away from the catamaran straining
his legs quite apart,Nano was strong and he could have brought the boats back alongside bringing back his legs together but it was very hard to do,so I asked him just in time,voice as smooth as can be;Ahemmm Nano,
do you have a problem? Can I do anything to help? He couldn't hold his laughter and that did it_Splash he went_we had a fit of laughter the three of us,Nano was spitting out water he'd swallowed when falling in the lagoon. I wish I could see him again as all the good friends there,I'm keeping the ana he gave me when I left
back to France it's the most precious gift that was offered me:The stool Tahitian seat on to grind coconuts in
order to make coco milk.