Friday, July 25, 2014
I lived on Beacon Hill in Boston and majored in Philosophy at Suffolk U. and malingered in the combat zone. From Boston's red light district you could be with some of the best jazz to jazz to those "titty" bar -on every corner: elucidating the soul of any willing player who wishes to be fleeced. You will be smiling during the whole ordeal of being pleasured, Boston style. In the "zone" it is said to be undressed is ready for success. Yes, the city guys were legal, the ones that could drink legally because they were over 21; I was not, so I was illegal, underage drinking. Some of them dressed in suits and ties. Sometimes I would hustle them on the pool table because I knew that they thought that I was a kid over his head; it never hurts to let someone think that they are in control because it is the best way to get them to do what you want. Work their "ego" and it will feed you because they were "suits." The young and old guard in Boston drinking from the same trough all dressed appropriately for their working world's agenda, from "suits" to construction worker all elbowing up to the same bar rail ogling the "strippers" stripping. Yes! I knew that I wanted to be a "suit" but I was still in high school selling shoes to the women who came into the shoe department that I was working in when I worked the Boston show room for Sheff Shoe Company.