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YogSoggoth ago

Sure I have posted this before, I worked for Conrad Bain (jewish/other) in 1987(?) at one of his pads on Fire Island. There were two ferry's a day. That's the only way besides boat. One restaurant that I could find. Played pool with Gene Wilder and his buddy, and me and this Puerto Rican kid slaughtered him, and his buddy. No money exchanged unfortunately. My uncle said on the long drive across the Barrens that Fire Island had a reputation as a gay island. I said What! Why! He said it is just well known. I just chalked it up to Northern folklore. I saw a pretty girl leaning against a rock when I went to the beach. Not going to dox her, but it sounded Russian to me, even though she had perfect English. I went to her and asked for a date. We went to the only restaurant, and I tried to get some information out of her, (customary for Southern Folk dating), and she just said I shop in NYC. That was her hobby apparently. Just in case he comes up in investigations, I did the slab under a very old dirt carport. When I say old, I mean when the house was built, or before. I met him before we left, and he seemed like a nice guy, but what did I know then? I was mostly thinking about the girl next door.