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Segarini: Stockton, Daring-Do, and Cruisin’ the Miracle Mile: Part Five – The Car, The Cool, The Cruise

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 5, 2013 by segarini

Dee Johnny BobPart One can be found here

Part Two can be found here

Part Three can be found here

Part Four can be found here

There are fewer things more important to a 16 year old boy than passing his driving test and getting a car of his own. Sex with a partner instead of the Palm Sisters would be about the only thing that would vie for his attention that could be more distracting. By 16 I had already traded up from the mono-date to much more rewarding experiences thanks to an ‘older woman’ who chased me around the house I was living in until I let her catch me, and some truly adventurous girls closer to my own age. So, at 16, the most important thing on my mind had four wheels and started with a key and not a kiss on the neck….

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Segarini: Stockton, Derring Do, and Crusin’ the Miracle Mile – Part One: Nostalgia

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2012 by segarini

Bob (Cylus Proulx) SegariniRegardless of where you end up living on this mudball, an odd thing occurs sometime between hitting 30 and the day sex slips from number 1 to number 9 on your Top Ten list. When a warm sweater takes precedent over a cold beer, and a Friday night out on the town ends at 10:00 pm instead of Monday. No longer interested in flirting with young women after your first encounter with the business end of a can of Pepper Spray, instead of mentally undressing women on the street, your mind wanders not up skirts, but to a cheeseburger you had when you were 13 years old, or a TV show that is no longer even in reruns, or the incredible smell of wood burning in fireplaces when you walked down your street on the first chilly night of fall. Mostly, your mind wanders to where you grew up, where you went to school, and where everything was ahead of you. All things were possible, and you felt like you would live forever. Nostalgia.

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