One-legged Charlie and the Chocolate Garage
Shit man - one-legged-Charlie is cybered!
Just found this picture at an online-thing of Ol’Charlie - a guy well-known to garagers and old yellow-cabbers in Damascus! He preached me on education, inertness of institutions, stiffness of Jordanian girls, difficulty of sexing with one-leg, bargaining with cabbers and the necessity of tidying up my hair - he traced his Lebanese/Syrian origins to Pennsylvania-era where he suggests a variety of scenarios - from waitering at restaurants to sailing with US Navy / “son, not a damn thing is what it looks like. ya know, Charlie son?” and he’s percisely the emobidment of that!
Charlie has been residing at garages since I first started journeying to Jordan six years ago, but lately I haven’t seen much of him - he probably retired garage-sailing or found a way to make use of his ‘stick’ to overcome sexual challenges and ventured a career in porno - but ain’t a damn thing what it looks like! fuckin Charlie man, old times!
