league that we bowled in was mainly comprised of co-workers. And like most leagues the better you bowl, the more money
you make, at the end of the season, so we hedged our bets by recruiting a 'ringer' that possessed a 160 per game average.
suck as a bowler and I don't bowl enough to be good at it. I would personally rather bang my head against a cinder block brick
wall than bowl three or four nights a week. I like to win in any situation I'm in, so having a bowler with a good average
was a very smart thing to do, so when RN La Stunner suggested that her girlfriend Nurse Mamie Van Hooters bowl with us,
I could not say "no".
first night I waltzed my big black ass into the bowling alley with strawberry blonde RN La Stunner, her two adorable blonde
daughters - that would make Adolf Hitler jealous of me- and platinum blond Nurse Mamie Van Hooters who looked,
as the name implies, like a low rent version
of Mamie Van Doren, people took notice.
things worked in my favor. I'm 6'2" tall, mean as a badger (and it shows) and at the time I was well over 300 pounds.
And as God would have it, about a year prior to joining the league, I had shared a hospital room with the now fully recovered man
that owned the bowling alley! He and I had become friendly, during the short time we shared that room at the hospital because
bad health humbles even the most cocky and self assured Tony Soprano. And even though he was back to his "fuck with me
and they'll never find your body" self, he remembered our time together, was always cordial, when I encountered
him and made sure that all the rest of his crew were always polite.
I informed my supervisor at the time: a 6'6" redneck with alcohol and weed addictions and a hard on for brothas as smart or
smarter than he, that I had joined his bowling league, he sarcastically informed me that another black co-worker of ours -
5'5", 140 pound Mac from Pontiac - had been hospitalized after a severe beating he received from some irate patrons of the
bowling alley, after a night of bowling, heavy drinking and rubbing elbows with comely white women. Being the son
of Bob O'Bryant that I am, I didn't let the idea of going to prison after a violent "altercation" at a bowling
alley in Clinton Township keep me from my commitment to my buxom blonde team mates.
the end of the season, our team placed in the money. None of the men that hung around the alley chose to risk becoming
permanently disabled; the adolescent Aryan beauties and I had fallen in the purest platonic love that one can only have
with children and I developed a previously undiscovered talent: I had become very adept at grabbing those stuffed animals
with that little crane with the loose grip, in the alley's 25 cent arcade machine. The little Aryan beauties and my girlfriend's
darling children had lots of those cute little stuffed animals provided by yours truly. A happy ending
for all parties involved. I left Mount Clemens not long after we finished bowling that season for a job in downtown
time with RN La Stunner and bonding with her children titrated our lust and allowed us to avoid the fuck or fight
phenomena that afflicts many people in that situation.
time in Coldwater, Michigan had been a very valuable experience for me. I learned a lot about people very different
while living amongst them. My cultural education in Coldwater prepared me for working and socializing in Mount
Clemens in a way that growing up in Detroit simply could not.
at a point in life where it's relatively safe for me to day dream about lying between the legs of a Nordic Goddess because
it's simply one fantasy among a multitude of fantasies that I have about women. You can read about the rest of them
in my novels.