Here’s what I do know: one plus one equals three. I learned that lesson a long time ago. I can do the math. I’m the product of the 1950’s you see. A very very long time ago. I got my nick name in grade school. I was sitting next to a boy named Sam Hill and he gave it to me. I will leave it with your imagination as to how he came up with the name Kitty, but he did. Later still he became Sam the Lion, but that’s for another day. Texas. The Plains, the Valley, West Texas, Matamoros, Dallas, Thalia. A one horse town is where I came from.
Just a girl with the funny last name: Horowitz. Jeeps Blues and the Bird. No air conditioning. Drunk. I’m laughing. Too loud of course. Now someone’s telling me I’m being obnoxious. That’s okay. I need to be checked. Checking is good.
I was afraid of horses growing up. It’s funny but a new beau of mine wants to take me horse back riding. I tell him when you can find me a horse short enough where my feet should touch the ground and has no teeth then we’ll go riding. Men, Texan men anyway, have always told me I was good in the saddle. And I remind them I’ve been riding for a long time.
And speaking of horses. Jesus Christ, where are my manners? Did I tell you? Well? I’m dead. How so you ask? In the worst possible way Darling.
Reason looked on in despair as logic made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Hope tasted the bitter pill of desperation and vomited on the floor. Love got behind the wheel of a roadster and drove over a cliff. Desire popped a viagra and canoodled a chicken. Bravery stood up and yelled fire and ran out the back door. Envy turned states evidence and keyed a Mercedes.
Leave all hope behind - loneliness spent the night alone.
Kitty waved her hands gently in the air and flashed her come hither smile. Johnny Mathis sang Misty as 1000 violins began to play. A wine bottle laughed as lovers bore down gently upon the bed. Death felt the cold hand of mortality as consciousness walked out of the room. The last became first and the first became last.
Timely and yet totally unrelated:" Johnny Mathis sang Misty as 1000 violins began to play.
Last night, couldn't slept. Turned on the radio in the middle of the night. Stumbled into NPR and Michael Feinstein interviewing Johnny Mathis about his career. Listened to most of it, but it was in the middle of the night…sleep won out.
Anyway, a great interview whether one likes Mathis or not.