70's Porno Music

Roper

Feb. 27. 1973

Bev won't answer my calls.

It's been a couple of days. I can't just show up at her house. That would be over stepping my boundaries. As much as I want to, I cannot.

I thought about her.

When I was writing a new song, I thought about her. When I sat in our monthly meeting at the record company, I thought about her.

She won't answer my calls.

It's seems like I lost her.

I've been smoking at least a pack a day while thinking about this person. This woman was a leech in my mind and how could I ever get rid of her?

But I had to work. I've dived in new songs, selling most. Most of my money has been going to my tobacco addiction and new notebooks. The rest is going to Ma or being put up for rent even if it's been for six months in advance.

I'm happy with the money I'm making but I'm not happy with I am.

I'm a hopeless pooch, biting my lip by the telling praying that the next time it rings it's the beautiful lipstick enthusiast.

Richard set me up on a date with not his daughter, but his niece. She was a pretty girl with blazing red hair and boxed frame glasses.

She told me the only reason she came this date was so she didn't have to tell anyone she liked a person with a vagina. But I was cute and if she did look at boys other than friends she may of consider f*cking me.

I was flattered.

But Bev won't answer my calls and all I want to know is whether or not she's safe. If she happy? If she warm? Does Baby the Bunny need new batteries? Did she leave her plugged in too long? If she out of lipstick?