Another time, another place….
The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything, and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought death, now he wanted to be in the hands of new land, new songs and maybe. Find a reason to be alive.
He was in Atlanta, one day early. Morning flight to Honduras and he had some free time. He went to the strip bar near the Hotel. The beer was cold, and the song was good. The ladies were goddesses, dancing for desperate men. He watched the dancers, going from silky pantie and bra to bare skin.
He wrote in his journal.
“Perfume ladies, bare skin and fake smiles. Loveliest ladies in Atlanta, showing you the world and more.
Begging men, paying for a song, left with less when the pretty lady escaped.
Perfect smile, sensitive movement…
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