Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Thursday, April 15, 2010

'Scene', Pt. 4

Later in the day, five or six tumblers of no longer chilled wine not nearly all pissed out of me, and whatever generous remainder chemically going about its business, we drove home in our VW bug, windows open for 'cool air' and, if needed, for regurgitation.  

The vomit never came; would that it had!  

So, for hours I lay naked on our bed, floor fans angled up toward my body which B -- fine nurse! -- had covered with cold-water face cloths.


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