Bull is my number one phone call from jail, hands down. That makes him attorney to my street attorney, at least in my book. He also does my taxes and boom-bangs those who embezzle my monies in “ROTH-IRAs.” But sometimes he just communes with nature. Once when I was very young, I saw him emerge from a tiki hut on Duval St. in Key West, having just had his entire body worked over by a small but fierce Asian masseuse. He was totally nude during the massage, but when he emerged fully clothed in the staggering humidity, with limp hair, droopy eyelids and a curl to his lip, well…
That was the only time I have ever witnessed the Bull being kind of calm. Immediately after that he tried to talk a bouncer into letting Ray and I, both sixteen years old, enter a strip club… which didn’t go over so well. So I got a tattoo instead. Anyway, these pictures are special because they are bonafide Big E camel pictures. For you international readers, the Big E is the shortened name for the Eastern States Exposition, just the biggest fair and livestock show in the Northeast silly! Its kind of a big deal, and if any of you European scientist friends of my sister ever make it to the Big E, take a little advice from one who’s been; get a picture of yourself on a camel. You’ll thank me later.
Nothing is sexier at a fairgrounds than a large man excited like a child to be on a camel. Chicks dig it. A large man on a camel is like catnip to them.
Both Bull and the camel have looks on their faces that say, “I am totally psyched that you are watching me.” Its sexy.
Bull is my number one phone call from jail, hands down, save for that camel – he keeps shit together, keeps thing calm and keeps the authorities on their toes, working for the PEOPLE and the camel forces from here to the Sahara.