All My Women Were Ballsy And Beautiful

Ballsy Bohemian Babes

I was a Oakland Bad-ass. All my women were Beautiful & Bad. they chased me around Downtown, and wanted to hurt me. Belle was going to come to Springfield, get naked, and let me do a painting of her. Then she sent me a poem letting me know she is a Professional Bar Hopper. I slammed on the brakes! I was afraid after our first session she would ask;

“Are there any good bars in Springfield. I know its early, but, I need a drink!”

Above are photographs of Karen Holly. When she first lay eyes on me she said;

“I want your baby!”

That was at the Shattuck Hotel, my new watering hole.

“Let’s go!”

We went to my room and the University Hotel. Six months later I am driving Karen down to L.A. to meet Rosemary. She had to meet my mother. Why? My friend…