After sleeping in a tent in the backyard of a friend for a few days, I purchased a 1950 Dodge Coronet, and off Rena and I did ride to the top of Mount Tamalpias. We drove along the quiet road where hundreds of automobile commercials have been shot, hence. We parked, and I show her heaven.
Rena knew I was poor, but I was beautiful, a authentic human being who owned a real American car. I also owned some pencils and a pad of drawing paper in order to capture the beauty of my Muse. Life does not get any better then this. She understood reverse elitism, and that she could twirl any man on earth around her baby finger. But, Fate, chose us
We loved our cream colored car. She felt like an Aries princess. There was a ram on the hood that charge ahead of us. The tent was Rena’s first home on this earth wherein she dwelt with her lover.
Jon Presco
Rosamond Press 
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