So there was yet another event at The Market Hotel. This time was different. This was a ‘deal’ a high priced rental: some big British Radio show was going to be hosting a rave and it was to be broadcast live over an internet feed. This was something called ‘streaming’ back in the day. Live feed. All good.

Of course, the word was out that the tenants at the Market had to comply with all of these conditions. They had been given detailed instructions to stay in their rooms. To confine their movements to leave only to use the facilities. If they were good they might get a few of the special promotion drinks brought in at some point. Quite like children contained upstairs during certain holidays or when Mom and Dad ‘had company’ and restrictions were applied ‘for their own good.’ “Now remember boys and girls, if you are good, you can come down for a few minutes for ice cream.” “No Doris, we’ll send the maid with some ice cream up to their rooms later, if we don’t hear any tumult.’’ Is this coming directly out of my childhood? Well, not really. My own Mom and Dad rarely ‘had company.’ I could take a whole page here to go through that and the use of the specific term, ‘company.’ But for now, let’s just say that the Market was having company tonight and the residents were excited cause there was a small AV hole in the wall of the residential area that they could peek through and see the party from – like voyeurs.

Lisa was one thing, she is worthy of several chapters but alas, she will just come up for now. The atmosphere there requires huge bodies of adjectives to say the least often orgiastic. Yana was another story entirely, the character earth mother straight long black hair Jewess so much like the girls in High School little hippie chicks that I adored from close up. She played it out to the point of waif like behavior walking up Jefferson Street to feed a whole gang of feral felines that occupied an abandoned building just a block north of the Market. She talked to them and even reached out and held them. It was lovely she barely had funds to feed herself but she could go and take care of her ‘babies’ each and every day. There were a couple of others living in and out of the Market, Candy was drop dead skinny especially when she had her bass guitar on, she looked like Jane Fonda in Klute only if Jane had been on crank!

Lisa had the cherubic face. Yana maybe was the darkside. Becky was the mama of the place, the fine blond with the legs I must have told you about them already. All these ladies made me pulse but after awhile, I could leave them all behind. For a few weeks, it was only Lisa day and night. But she had a boyfriend and she let me sleep she liked me but not that way. Yes, that one night of the party the one I was coming over to at this juncture I got carried away and got a hand on her. But nothing came of it.

I had made a mistake that was so obvious it involved time zones. I scheduled the meeting with Yana for six pm. I figured I would get there way prior to the party, then by the time we finished our business, I could get high and go to the party. I did not know that the affair was rather private that is exclusive well excuse me and I did not fathom that we were on London time. As always, since I was early, I decided to stop in at Sky Town for a quick one so that I would not arrive early and so that I could cut the edge.

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