the plot was so 'washed out', it kind of summed up the whole Hollywood business in one word - HOLLOW!.
after the show, somebody greeted him, "hi."
he looked up, and saw a gal with her gal fren. a slender, long-hair gal, in a pair of long pants, and loosely tight long-sleeved shirt, and a refreshing, sweet and smilingly petite face. he could not quite make out who.
"i'm your vendor, do you remember me?"
and yes, that's her.....her voice, that magnetic, with a tinge of manly, commanding tone, yet subtly punctuated with sensual 'ah...''s, drew him to her like never before.
her name..... LH.
he had a very heart-wrenching and soul-titillating encounter with a gal name HL more than 10 years ago.... now....
no. it's totally impossible!
"oh ya.... sure...", he woke up from his hallucination, and they parted.
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