And we had made contact, the twosome versus the twosome. And we had made eyes—Candy and I—and they were not mad eyes, but eyes of primrose, and I was all for openings in this new second home...As usual Dean only had a small amount of time because he was required to report back to the compound for work, but we had made some plans for later that night with the dames and they seemed pleased...
All my life I had wanted Cunt, loads and loads of Cunt…It seems I was terrified of being nothing—were taught to yearn to be something and like my father always said in moments of heightened revelry “let’s get drunk and be somebody!"…but to be nothing is the freedom divine…
So Dean and I speeding homeward to the compound to see his folks and get the lay of their land…I see this giant tasty house with great open windows and local wood cut deep brown and stuccoed...fans and screens and great wooden doors, giant deck with observation tower towards the north and behind that the wind propeller all white and black for the winds of leisure to shape it...and once inside the furniture mimed the way you see it in Casablanca movie memories with great openness and a flavor you can breathe in all the way to a hungry stomach...Breath is the junior credential after all while death the senior...like I say when I sit "Holy breath or death" and here it feels alive and physical tho’ I know underneath lurks sam and sara the great suffering world of us...so this is the place where the rumors were built, and though the Sharpes were far short of "owning their own island" as I had heard, they had it pretty good...and do you know that the old man had about twenty Belizians out on that pier working to bring it back to life after is was sunk by the hurricaine, and he himself was out back building a giant wine cellar and greenhouse with a blue backhoe brought from the states…
Meanwhile the Mrs. kept busy with needlepoint and magazines and the occasional mixture of cock and tail...man it was all bent up in some plutonian fashion seeing these Boulder youth-town people in such contrast and it was sweet too, like cribbage and the Donner party, and I felt right at home…I was singing, singing with a wide brick smile on my face...I loved it here, and I was going to stay as long as my American lungs would have it...
-Michael Price
