Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 4/20 - Bella

Kudos to law enforcement for taking the creep alive, hiss to those in the media who insist on the politically correct labeling of the perpetrators as Russian or Chechen rather than Muslim. The slimes did not do it for their homeland.

I had another vivid dream last night. It had me up before five AM, jotting notes. It began as erotica. Unfortunately, I don’t remember those details, although I’m sure they were triggered by Maria Bello, William H. Macy’s co-star in The Cooler (2003), a love story at once gritty and fanciful, the protagonist’s mere presence able to terminate any gambler’s winning streak against the Vegas casino that employs him. Bello, a brilliant actress, perhaps the most under-rated in Hollywood, appears naked several times, as she has in at least one other film. I’ve said this many times - outside of porn, I’ve yet to see a nude scene I thought was necessary. I’m sure those involved believe it’s maturity. I believe it’s the opposite and a distraction. In this instance I was thinking: “She’s flat-chested,” even though I find her incredibly sexy. I know, I know - it simply reflects my own 62-year-old immaturity. Bello is a modern woman in a modern world. I hold the old-fashion belief that a woman’s charms should be reserved for her lovers. Anyway, from there the dream evolved. I was a waiter at a wedding reception. I worked a few circa 1980 during a two-year period I tended bar. I clearly remember a wise-guy-type saying: “You take care’a me, I’ll take care’a you.” All these years later I still chuckle whenever I recall it. At this particular celebration there was a section similar to a jury box but with four rows, the third empty, I don’t know why. All the occupants were grim. I suppose this has to do with the task the citizens at the Boston terror trial will face. I had a stack of fliers in hand and began flipping them toward the jurors, who ignored them. I’m going to guess that this meant something along these lines: “Didn’t you get the memo? It’s okay to be judgmental here. It’s what juries do. Drop your political correctness.” One guy was really angry but we did not come to blows. Soon someone shouted that one of them had a call from San Francisco, that bastion of PC, and everyone in the catering hall but the jurors laughed. Of course, the dream is guilty of stereotyping, accusing all the jurors of being 100% scolds. Few advocates of PC are. Most love fun as much as the rest of us do. No doubt this is the case even with a giuche like Alec Baldwin, also in the aforementioned film. His appearances on SNL certainly attest to it. From there the dream took another turn. I was confused about money, a 20 in one hand, a few bucks in the other. I’m sure this had to do with the fact that I have to visit an ATM for the first time in a month. The cash from the floating book shop and online surveys will have been exhausted after the morning’s shopping and gasoline purchase. The end.

Here's a pic of the lovely Miss Bello:

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My thanks to the kind folks who purchased items on Bay Parkway today.