jaylar
I changed then. I was no longer Endless Love Dougie. I was Doug Bounce.
I’d find women I couldn’t love, women who amused me. Women easy to flop into bed. I’d give them a fake name, a few clever lines, get to their place. Have the night.
Maybe it if was good, I I’d get some idiot job and play the game. I didn’t need the money. Uncle Jackie had left me a small Trust Fund. Every month a sum was deposited in my checking account.
It wasn’t a lot but it was enough for a single guy to live on.
I’d never mentioned it to Zennie, any more than I had the boat. It wasn’t that I was hiding things. When we were together it was all Zennie all the time. I was interested in what she had to say, what she thought. We lived in the eyes of each other.
Now, after the divorce, yeah, I lived in the now. I would be here, in some city somewhere, with some gal, and when the wind blew, I’d be back on the boat, going somewhere else.
Free Wheelin’ D, that was me.
