Norman And I Take Valuable Coins To Atlantic City

It was mid October nineteen sixty-four, to Atlantic City I had go;
To sell a rare collection of coins, to a New York dealer I’d known!
I asked Norman to come there with me, and guard them from attack;
I was getting almost eight thousand bucks, needed someone to have my back!
We left Dayton, Ohio, early Friday morn, drove it right straight through;
When we’d stop for gas and restrooms, one stayed with the car to guard it true!
We got there late in the afternoon, checked into The Claridge Boardwalk Inn;
We ordered dinner in the room that night, stayed there till morn’s begin!
Breakfast too we ordered up, then at nine my buyer came;
He also had a friend with him, a strong man with a large imposing frame!
He inspected all the coins and said, “okay”, then laid the bills upon the bed;
Three one thousands, the rest in hundreds, we shook hands and “Thank you” said!
We left that morning and drove straight back, getting home real late at night;
The wad was all in my front pocket, and in restrooms, was a very strange sight!
For several men stared down my pants, and saw something sticking way far out;
I think they got the wrong idea that day, and my sexual preference was in real doubt!
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Hey LARRY!!.....I really do enjoy some of these narrative memories of yours...... I've been to Atlantic City more times than I can count...... but back in the 1960's it was a much different place.......I must admit I didn't expect this story to end as a "large penis" type tale (smiles)...... but then, given the wad you were carrying ~ anything's possible...... honestly, I thought you were going to get robbed!!....... glad to know you made it home safely brother...... or we wouldn't be having this back & forth!!...... another compelling narrative........ALL STARS...... enjoyed over my morning coffee!!........ ttyl.........T xo.  ?
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
Actually, I wasn't worried as much about being robbed, as I was about being raped. Â To get robbed, the perpetrator usually says, "This is a stick up". Â But in this case, something already was sticking up. I was so happy to finally arrive home with both my wad, and my penis, still all intact. Â Your comments were funnier than my story.
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
I acutally held my breath while reading this...I thought the wad got stolen along the way...Thank God it wasn't...but I laughed after all...Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece
Love you
Hi Sweet Rose,
Me too Rose. Â Every time we stopped for food, gas, or restrooms, I held my breath, for fear of getting robbed. Â But all's well that end's well, and we got home safely. Â The only thing threatened that day was my masculinity.
Love,
Daddio XXX