My guitar teacher when I was a child was called Greta and she was a beautiful woman. She followed her parents from Belgium to Canada during the sixties and soon became addicted to cocaine.
She wore flowing white dresses most of the time, and her fingernails were never painted. Her hair was blond and wavy, her lips red and her skin a pale white. I was only eight when our affair began.
Before every kiss, Greta felt compelled to reveal a secret about herself. Most of the time I was too short of both leg and arm to understand what she meant but her accent made these secrets seem vital and earth-shattering. Words like "Strap-on" and "homeless man" were blurry blurbs but fluttered from her lips to my ears like drunk butterflies.
We made love often, usually after she taught me a song written by one Stevie Nicks. My friends at school laughed upon discovering that I was no longer a virgin but I knew that one day, they too would no longer be virgins. Save for the one with horrific acne, I was right.
Greta is now an anchor at FOXNews and we no longer speak.
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I didn't realise Tyler had acne when he was younger.
You want something to "blog" about here are some questions to ponder.
Do you think that the Russians want war?
They're the sons and the daughters of parents who died in the last one
Do you think that they'd want to go through that again
The destruction, the bloodshed, the suffering and pain?
In the second world war out of every three dead one was Russian
Think about that.......
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