I bonded with really bad girls. Laurie and I got clean and sober. I have thirty years. I wish Ben Affleck the best in his recovery. That’s my friend, Brian Purvis, who passed away a year ago. His mother was a O-Neil. They never gave up their British citizenship. The whole family taught me my British ways.
I met Laurie Landis in the Kerry House on Saint Patty’s Day 1985. Michael and Bruce’s son had just left my apartment, and I was alone. I walked to the closest bar near my house. No sooner did my eyes adjust to the dim light, then I am rubbing against a woman who knows how to drink. She has a handsome face. She has Sex Kitten written all over her, a look I would later learn came from slithering down a brass pole.
Laurie spotted my blues eyes and is coming in for a second look. Her bright greens are sparkling with sexual madness because there was a lot of that going around in those days. She wants to play with me – badly. We exchanged just a few words and she has me by the scruff of my neck while she sends her tongue in to do some deep…
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