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A few things have happened in the past few days. Some really good ones, and a few bad ones.
First, I was rereading through my book of Richard Cole's Stairway and I ended up going into chapter 44: Dancing Days on page 251 and I end up reading the part below and pretty much laughed at the mental images. Here's the entire part.
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One night in New York, Mick Jagger called to see if any of us wanted to accompany him and Ronnie Wood to a club in Harlem. Jimmy, Bonzo, and I decided to that it sounded better than spending the night in the hotel. I phoned for a couple of limos, and we went downstairs to meet Mick and Ronnie in front of the plaza. Jimmy climbed into the front limo with the two Stones. Bonzo tried to join them, but they told him to get into the rear car with me, which didn't make him very happy.
As we drove up to Harlem, our two drivers were talking to one another over their radios, chattering about the dangers of going into Harlem late at night. "Don't you think we should stop and get some more armor, or do you think we have enough?" one of them asked. He didn't sound as if he were joking.
As Bonzo listened to this conversation, his eyes lit up. He was still pissed off that he hadn't been allowed to ride in the lead limo, and at a stop light he told our driver, "Matty, I know you've got some guns up there. Give me one of them after you check to make sure it's unloaded."
Matty inspected the Beretta and handed it back to Bonham.
"Okay," John said, "Now pull alongside their limo."
When the two limos were next to one another, Bonzo signaled to Mick, mouthing the words "Lower your window." Mick smiled, happy to oblige, When both of their windows were down, John stuck the Beretta out and aimed it right at them. "I'll teach you ******** to leave me behind," he shouted.
Even though I knew that John had an unloaded gun, just the sight of a pointed weapon made me jumpy. In the other limo, they went absolutely berserk. There were screams from the back seat as Mick, Ronnie and Jimmy simultaneously hit the floor. Their driver slammed down on the accelerator and sped through to red lights, convinced that Bonham's insanity had turned him into a killer.
At the club in Harlem, Bonzo explained that it was all a practical joke. The others were still infuriated, having trouble seeing the humor in it.
As we drove up to Harlem, our two drivers were talking to one another over their radios, chattering about the dangers of going into Harlem late at night. "Don't you think we should stop and get some more armor, or do you think we have enough?" one of them asked. He didn't sound as if he were joking.
As Bonzo listened to this conversation, his eyes lit up. He was still pissed off that he hadn't been allowed to ride in the lead limo, and at a stop light he told our driver, "Matty, I know you've got some guns up there. Give me one of them after you check to make sure it's unloaded."
Matty inspected the Beretta and handed it back to Bonham.
"Okay," John said, "Now pull alongside their limo."
When the two limos were next to one another, Bonzo signaled to Mick, mouthing the words "Lower your window." Mick smiled, happy to oblige, When both of their windows were down, John stuck the Beretta out and aimed it right at them. "I'll teach you ******** to leave me behind," he shouted.
Even though I knew that John had an unloaded gun, just the sight of a pointed weapon made me jumpy. In the other limo, they went absolutely berserk. There were screams from the back seat as Mick, Ronnie and Jimmy simultaneously hit the floor. Their driver slammed down on the accelerator and sped through to red lights, convinced that Bonham's insanity had turned him into a killer.
At the club in Harlem, Bonzo explained that it was all a practical joke. The others were still infuriated, having trouble seeing the humor in it.
I had this mental image of Mick and Ronnie gripping each other and screaming like little girls while Jimmy hit the floor. Ronnie yells out "I love you Mick!" then Mick creams out "I love you too Kei-Ronnie!". Then Ronnie stops screaming to look at Mick. "You called me Keith." Mick stops and looks at him, "No I didn't" "Ronnie stares back, "Yes you DID." "Nuh uh." Then a large argument breaks out. Jimmy is just now sitting, watching with confused expressions.
Now the other thing is that today on the bus, one of my male friends was actually asked out by another boy. I actually did chest thrusts. I'm like "Seriously". He said he knew I'd like it and decided to tell me since he knows that I enjoy that type of stuff. Ashley, my sister, said he should be open to what comes along, that he might find out he may like it. My friend has like, long brown should length hair. I think he's letting it grow out. He's got bright blue eyes and stuff. I thought it was very hot that he might be with another boy.
That is all.
I've been listening to "Hot Stuff" by The Rolling Stones. That video is pretty much chuck full of gayness and awesome.
