(DOWNLOAD) "Bohemian Jazz Boys Hit the Town (Short Story)" by Kola ~ Book PDF Kindle ePub Free
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- Title: Bohemian Jazz Boys Hit the Town (Short Story)
- Author : Kola
- Release Date : January 22, 2008
- Genre: Social Science,Books,Nonfiction,Professional & Technical,Education,Language Arts & Disciplines,
- Pages : * pages
- Size : 72 KB
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It was hotter than a motherfucker when the band pulled into Grover's Ferry, Maryland. I was driving with Po' Head Simmons, the drummer. His girl, who I guess he'd been with longer than any of his other girls, now I think about it, was passed out in the back, with a damp towel over her head. I was at the wheel of Po' Head's Buick, which wasn't a good thing, owing to the heat, which made Po' Head girl lie in the back all loose-limbed and spread-out. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her thin, cotton dress, and I couldn't help but look over my shoulder now and then for a peek since I was only twenty three at the time-this being nineteen fifty--and the car would swerve every time I did. Po' Head, who wasn't completely sleeping, just sort of nodding around the passenger seat would cuff my head and drawl, "Watch the road, corndog mother f****r! Ain't you seen a naked girl before?" He knew I had, but it didn't matter to Po' Head. He called anyone who thought about f*****g, a corndog. None of us knew what the hell he meant, but it sounded right. Boog Freeman, our alto man, and Minnie Jackson, our bassist, were travelling In Minnie's ancient, black Ford with my band's sign painted on both doors: On the driver's side I figure most people close enough to read it would see as we drove around: Dexter Travis and the BoHo JazzBo's. Understand? On the marquees and the posters, the name was always spelled out, but on account of Minnie being tired when he got around to the second side, he abbreviated it. He liked the sound of it. I was kind of mad at Minnie for messing with a perfectly good name, especially as it was my band, so I wouldn't sit in his car. He was kinda of mad at me too, because when he showed me the car, all proud and antsy as he was, all I said to him, "Damn good thing I didn't let you paint your fool abbreviation on my car."