Crusty Goes To The Movies With A Russian Spy

People with many interests live, not only longest, but happiest.---George Mathew Allen

Date tonight with The Russian, a callgirl I used to drive. She came over here on an H1B visa because the United States is desperately short of highly trained Russian callgirls.

We saw "Brotherhood of the Wolf" at the Galaxy Five on the boulevard. French movie. English subtitles. 1800s French/Indian martial arts movie. I liked half of it. Maybe three quarters. Gave me the wanderlust for bog stompin'. Must be my Caddo Lake back swamp roots.

Every time I'm with The Russian, I hear that old rock song "Refugee" in my head. Only instead of "You don't have to live like a refugee," I hear "You don't have to live like a Russian spy."

She does that: lives like a Russian spy. When I went to pick her up at her safehouse at the appointed time, a white Mercedes was just dropping her off. Out of the Mercedes, into my Creepmobile. We see a movie, grab a couple of lattes afterward at The Coffee Bean in Los Feliz, and a Mexican girl in a 70's gunboat Cadillac picks her up at The Coffee Bean. No telling how many more car switches there will be for The Russian tonight.

The Russian says I'm a mean old bastard. Or rather, she says I am STILL a mean old bastard. I think she means it in a "when are you going to mend your ways?" way. I tell her I may be a mean old bastard, but I'm HER mean old bastard.

The manager of the Arco, Kimmie, says I'm a mean old bastard, too. I prefer to think of myself as "crusty".

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