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Entry date: 9-30-2023 – Saturday In the Park, I Think It Was the Fourth of Today – Letters to My Fri

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Dear Friends,


Good morning and salutations. Greetings from Southern California where it is probably gray. Very gray. Clear up! Cheer up! Gear up.


Two shows today in the ol’ Kalifornia, but first, back to The Bet.


*****


Principal filming began after about two weeks of meetings and prep work. Friday and Melanie drove together most days and talked about how badly they wanted to fuck Aidan Mann. It was a bit of a friendly competition to try and sway his attention, but neither gal was winning or losing.


The one thing they could definitely agree on, though, was that Mann was cool. There was something about him. Mostly because of him, the atmosphere in the rehearsal space was electric, but also welcoming. It also didn’t hurt that the more time Friday spent with Vince Trantella, the more comfortable she got with him.


When the cameras started officially rolling in October of 1978, Friday Vermillion was about to turn twenty years old. It was an exciting time. The shoot was filled with exciting days. There was one thing, though, that kept popping up in the back of Fridays mind. She was having the oddest déjà vu almost every day.


On the sixth day of filming, Friday pulled Melanie aside and asked her if she had experienced anything strange.


“What do you mean?” Melanie had asked.


“I don’t know. It feels like we’ve done all this before sometimes…like, I guess, a weird dream. I keep feeling like I am saying the wrong lines, but no one is stopping me,” said Friday.


“That’s weird,” replied Melanie.


“I know. I keep dreaming about the hospital. There’s this man with the craziest eyes.”


“It’s almost like they are on fire, but burning cold,” said Melanie.


Friday looked at her friend.


Friday asked, “What did you say?”


“Huh? I said, ‘that’s weird,’”


“No, after that. You said his eyes looked like they were on fire but burning cold.”


“I didn’t say that.”


“But…” was all Friday could say. Was this another bit of déjà vu? How did Melanie know about the eyes?


*****


See you tomorrow.



A nice computer made this for me. It only hid seven dicks in the picture.

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