Instead of taking her up north, I should have taken Rena back down to the Venice boardwalk, got her in her bikini, rented her a pair of skates, and given her a little push on her perfect derriere;

“You’ll be fine! Just fine!”

To make a living she will have a sign on her touché that says;

“Recite you a love poem for $5”

“Hey Love Poem Girl!”

I bet she could have raked in $200 dollars a day.

Here is a video of the muscle park at Venice where Rena’s bigoted boyfriend called the muscle guys “fags”. Did Rena also think they were fags? I love the building made to look like barbells. I would love to see a marker down the beach;

“Kicked the bigot’s ass – right here!”

Rena’s beloved Red Menace, and their God Squad, busted Venice vendors all the time. They didn’t want hippies and the alternative culture to make money. Today, these vendors attract a billion tourist dollars to the area. Class stalkers come from all over the world just to get a glimpse of a Looker like Rena.

Four blocks away, my sister, Vicki, her husband, and his brother, are making candles and leather goods. Christine and I pitched in and helped the Hippie Family enterprise that my image of Rena turned into a million dollar art dynasty.

Rena should write her autobiography.

Greg

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