Our Beautiful Muse

Rena Christiansen felt Christine’s eye boring into the core of her being as she sat in a place of honor in Jim Dundon’s living room in Venice California. It was 3:00 A.M. in the morning. We had just returned from a late night walk on the Venice Pier, where I found her, my Beautiful Muse. The idea that I had rescued this very beautiful maiden did not occur to me until the we rose the next day and entered the apartment on the beach boardwalk where two dudes high on LSD began to mock Rena. One held out his finger and said;

“Come pretty bird. Come sit on my finger!”

I turned to look at Rena, who had her head lowered like a great stalking cat. Once again my heart quaked, because she was a Beautiful Beast that exuded this primordial energy that was godly. She was no smiling beach…