Well... Donna was the kind of girl that made your mouth water... and knew it... deep blue eyes... tall... model-thin... with a nice set... and in my mind i can literally see her right now in her lavender danskin body stocking... she wore that thing like a glove... and, for what it's worth, she wasn't dumb... more like ummm... errr... brilliantly confused?
So... when Brandy introduced me, I was something of a hot item down on Franklin Street... remember that I was still working at the paper at the time and everyone at the loft building was into the dealing scene... and they were all protecting their connections and customers from everyone else... except me... since I wasn't on anything resembling that level... I was more like the trophy newspaper guy... and nobody protected against me since there was nothing to protect against. As things turned out, Donna was looking to split a bad situation and I was living in Astoria with Tom O'M and we were basically both working stiffs... Tom was a Time Magazine researcher and I was doing my thing on the Foreign News Desk at the Times... When Donna asked me if she could spend some time at my place, I couldn't say yes fast enough... It probably came out as a lame attempt to be cool... But Donna, as I said, wasn't stupid... She knew that all she had to do was ask any guy for anything and it would be hers... This was no different... We slept in the same bed for about a month without doing anything... I was pretty slow sexually at that point but I wasn't non-functional... which is to say that I spent about 30 straight days and nights with a hard-on... lol
Tom, was something of a stereotypical Irishman... Serious drinker and just as serious with other stuff... And, as you probably guessed, fell in love with Donna about 5 seconds after he laid his eyes on her. It was ridiculous... Within a few days, the word was out that this goddess-like babe was living at our place and the party never stopped after that.
I remember taking Donna out to the boardwalk in Far Rockaway and watching as every cop on the beat stopped their patrols to just stand next to her... and taking her to Jamaica where she was mobbed like a movie star...
At the end of the day, however, she got involved with Don L who was the Franklin Street dealer du jour at the time. They ultimately got married and moved back to Jersey. Now, cut to a few years later when they split up (or were at least on the outs for a few months)... and I'm living in the city... and she stops by to see me and we made up for all those unfinished nights in Astoria...
A few years still later, I saw her and was shocked... the drugs and possibly some bad genes caught up with her... She was still tall and sweet... but physically, her face looked like a spider web at a real young age. It was really sad how all that hard living impacted her. Sorry to burst the bubble but Donna did not age gracefully... it was tough to take because of how impossibly perfect she had been a few years earlier...
I have no idea where she is today...
So... when Brandy introduced me, I was something of a hot item down on Franklin Street... remember that I was still working at the paper at the time and everyone at the loft building was into the dealing scene... and they were all protecting their connections and customers from everyone else... except me... since I wasn't on anything resembling that level... I was more like the trophy newspaper guy... and nobody protected against me since there was nothing to protect against. As things turned out, Donna was looking to split a bad situation and I was living in Astoria with Tom O'M and we were basically both working stiffs... Tom was a Time Magazine researcher and I was doing my thing on the Foreign News Desk at the Times... When Donna asked me if she could spend some time at my place, I couldn't say yes fast enough... It probably came out as a lame attempt to be cool... But Donna, as I said, wasn't stupid... She knew that all she had to do was ask any guy for anything and it would be hers... This was no different... We slept in the same bed for about a month without doing anything... I was pretty slow sexually at that point but I wasn't non-functional... which is to say that I spent about 30 straight days and nights with a hard-on... lol
Tom, was something of a stereotypical Irishman... Serious drinker and just as serious with other stuff... And, as you probably guessed, fell in love with Donna about 5 seconds after he laid his eyes on her. It was ridiculous... Within a few days, the word was out that this goddess-like babe was living at our place and the party never stopped after that.
I remember taking Donna out to the boardwalk in Far Rockaway and watching as every cop on the beat stopped their patrols to just stand next to her... and taking her to Jamaica where she was mobbed like a movie star...
At the end of the day, however, she got involved with Don L who was the Franklin Street dealer du jour at the time. They ultimately got married and moved back to Jersey. Now, cut to a few years later when they split up (or were at least on the outs for a few months)... and I'm living in the city... and she stops by to see me and we made up for all those unfinished nights in Astoria...
A few years still later, I saw her and was shocked... the drugs and possibly some bad genes caught up with her... She was still tall and sweet... but physically, her face looked like a spider web at a real young age. It was really sad how all that hard living impacted her. Sorry to burst the bubble but Donna did not age gracefully... it was tough to take because of how impossibly perfect she had been a few years earlier...
I have no idea where she is today...
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