@SW-User You're alone because you're a bitch.

@SW-User possibly.

@monimathu

[c=#008099]... I feel myself suddenly being hoisted up into the air by 4 athletically inclined gentlemen, each bearing tattoos of a common allegiance to a cause upon their bare chests. I am lowered into the vat of beer as surrounding mugs are sloshed into the ice cold brew. Here I stand up to my bare waist in this brine as they 'toast' me as well as themselves in honor of my own apparent demise from being captured and set to marinate in what smells like a rancid concoction of hops, white barley and fermented mash. It appears I am the base stock of a stew they are preparing for dinner as the scent of barbecue charcoal and potato chips can be detected within the smoke that fills the air. Suddenly, he grabs me by the arm as I brace myself against the interior edge of the vat, a mug of beer in his one hand, my slender albeit rigid bicep in his other hand. He gestures his nodding head to his belt, his swelling, expanding personality now tracing itself within the thin fibers of his well-worn denim jean fabric. It's slithering, impetuous tubular structure now migrating toward his left thigh. My eyes fixate their riveting stare along it's Atypical girth which appears surreal within it's presentation as it migrates toward the curve of his upper thigh. Suddenly, it appears to stop moving. It's contoured scud missile-shaped tip comes to rest along his side and below his left hip. I think of my boyfriend we left high up on the mountain top, shirtless and all by himself. This sight I see before me does not remind me of him at all, no, not in any way. Devoid of inhibition, I can feel this Native's energy pulsating as I intuitively summon his energy into my personal space. He grunts something.. I interpret a connotation of intimate intent within his smile.

[c=#008099]And then that damn helicopter shows up again, stirring up the dust and blowing shit all over the place as the ex-Vietnam Vet, hippie Pilot does a beat-up on the crowd, low-level, high-speed, still playing old war games in his mind as he clinches a cigar between his teeth screaming "Nineteen sixty nine!!!" like a sex-crazed kamikaze, his 8-track blasting early Stones... his long gray hair blowing wildly throughout his cockpit, both doors missing-in-action... loves the open-concept. Suddenly, he spots me in the beer vat and the silly old coot is coming right at us!!!! A giant fish hook is trailing behind his chopper as he swarms over the crowd toward us... and he snags me by the bra like he just snagged an arrester cable on a floating airport... I'm being wisked away like Mary Poppins in a tornado, higher... higher... I wave good-bye to the beer crowd, I leave you standing there primed and ready for action... and up ahead, OH SHIT... that damn mountain again... and I'll be damned, there's my boyfriend waving his shorts trying to get our attention!!! And oh crap, we just landed on that mountain peak where I started out and my boyfriend asks me why I'm so wet?... and I ask my boyfriend, "Hey bud! Where's the beef?!" And his eyes fall to his feet as he enters yet another state of self-denial... And I scream at my hippie Pilot, "Hey bubba!... Don't leave me here in my state of wanting need! Come back! Come back, you son-of-a-bitch! Nixon was my father! I have money! I have candy! Come back and take me with you...!!!!! Don't leave me here, you bloody little bastard!!!! [/c]@monimathu