The Omaha Spy-1967
I know Omaha is the largest city in the world, but I liked it (until they get out of me), kind, and yes, I was really there. I especially liked the museum with all the Indian artifacts and a girl named Piggy, yaw: let the story. I was a young man, then just 19-1/2 years old. I worked for Military Intelligence, who worked with the FBI, which refused to work with the local police. One afternoon in the autumn season, somemy friends, black friends is that, took me to a party and took a car full of black people. This was not the best moment in my life, I'm a little scared. I was the only white person in the immediate vicinity. They exchanged a few negative words, and continued on their way. But I noticed a woman in the other car, she called her Piggy, she was the second white person, now that I think of long blonde hair, thin, big breasted, about five feet five inches tall. My long legsFriend, very long legs.
As I said before they moved, and George told me he'd abandon me to land right there in the middle of nowhere. And so I did out of the car, and he raced. I was walking for miles and miles and then I found myself looking through a number of old houses. And there was always Piggy in her little MG sports car. She smiled at me and waved,
"Hello Troy!" She knew my name but I do not know, but she continued to say "everybody talksabout you Troy, the only white man in a black car. You live dangerously. "Not sure if this a question or a statement or a declarative question, but if I have now back on it, well, I would say at that time, l967, it was a show of strength to do these bold actions, and so I played on it and asked:
"How about a ride home, Piggy?"
She told me to jump in the car, and that was that I jump into her car and we had toured. We started talking about what theyknew about me and what about yourself. She mentioned that she knew I had a property in the area and was successful in the real estate industry that I attended college and worked for some private organization, but did not know his name. She said I was much like her boyfriend, Tony. I heard from Tony, he was one of the crooks stilling cars in the area and the sale of either the car or the parts that he would stand by them. She said she wanted to go to college one day, like Tony and I, opento save a little dress, or something in that order. To get married, have a few children: a white or black picket fence: Whatever floats the boat.
The Apartment
As we talked, we seemed to bond markets. She was 18-year-old, not a big difference in age, I thought. She pulled the car to one side of the seven stories they lived, and began to kiss me. I think I was a good listener. She asked me if I was married, and I said no. I told her the truth. I was divorced, hadmarried fifteen months, that an old friend taught me how good for hours. Your eye brows went up, and the forehead is higher than it seemed
"No way!" She said, astonished.
I said: "How do you know, I am the man who lives dangerously, so you said!"
I smiled at her and kissed me and took me into her room. Curtains at the window you could see through, like a nightgown, and I think that there was not much longer in the apartment, the kitchen, and I think II did not care, a ting on the dirty side.
Piggy sat down on the mattress of the bed with me and we loved each other. I thought she has what I'm going to her big lollipops, you, sugar daddy to pay for the great car buying know she was from think of me as her candy, I could now I see it in their eyes. So I sat straight up. She started on me, even though work, and I started, they want and fall in love with her, I think. Then for some reason I was thinking too much, twoHours passed, and she fell into sleep. You could do it, I said to myself, but why try to prove something. I was tired and I will try a little later, I told myself.
The Door
At this moment we heard a knock at the door, I looked at Piggy, Wake up, and watched a little bit worried about it and told me she'd answer them, and stood up.
As the door opened and entered Piggy outside of it, I heard her talking to someone for a moment. The voice sounded like someone I knew, she came back on footin a large white man follow her, while another stood in the doorway. I was put on my clothes, I mean, my shoes, as far as I am. It was Henry, the long legs man who worked with the FBI. Actually, he only had to work for them and did not know the ropes quite so well. He looked at me and then looked at her. She went to the door and told Henry to defeat him, that he nothing about her, and she was with her boyfriend, ME.
Me-In this moment I arrivedHenry said,
"Funny seeing you here." He was not laughing and said:
"Yaw." A man of few words, then looked at us puzzled Piggy.
I dragged him to the other side of the door, asked him to hold Piggy, she was one of the men who was steeling cars and selling them in the region active. Piggy had thought that Tony was a good guy who knew I was different. He had told her that he was one of them college bound kids with daddy's bucks and works in the grocery storestore. I think that impressed. He was truly a wise man, bat, if you will.
Henry told to keep his friend and book keeping Piggy on an accomplice in a series of crimes, or if some of the conspiracy charges, they could until they could make something up to divorced her for a long spell check, it takes time you know how Figure things out. Piggy looked up at me and said with a grin, hatful,
"You do not know the trouble you're in my short-legged friend." Henry looked at me, anow little worried: "You could right Troy," he said.
"Take it to Henry." I answered. To get "Let's on with the show."
In Jail
Now, the hood came from a couple of times looking for me, but I went to a different place, St. Paul, Minnesota, to be exact. But I have visited Piggy go again, while in the hold of pre-trial chamber, which means she will be held till their court date, at a halfway house. I heard she was one years in prison, three years probation. I suspect thatisn’t so bad, her boyfriend got three years in prison, and one year probation. I went down to see her you know, to face her and you know, say what a man’s got to say, that kind of stuff.
She came out to see me; I was in the guest lounge, one that kind of looks more like a cafeteria. She sat down and shook her head saying:
“I really liked you, I loved you.”
I told her as sweet as a man can,
“And I loved you that is why I did what I did,”adding“you know Piggy, love is not with log legs and know how to use them all the time. Sometimes it is ... and hear. "
I got up and walked away used to do like the Lone Ranger. I think he is now outdated. Perhaps more so compared to the X-Files. The riddle was solved. The ugliness was destroyed. And like it or not, she knew her friend was a bum, when she went back to him, she was crazy. And many do. And many do not. And I think I was a little sad. Anyways I went from thisDoors never look back. Thinking about it a long, long legs.
