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Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)

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Some damn fool asked: [Mar. 19th, 2017|01:53 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)

It was a random cop who came to my door when the alarm company called the cops after my house was broken into. The alarm company called me at work before they called the cops to make sure it wasn’t me screwing with the alarm and I went straight home and got there a few minutes ahead of the police. I was checking out the situation to see what had been taken or damaged when someone knocked on the screen door. I couldn’t see anybody there from the hallway so I went to the door and looked out. There was cop standing off to the side of the door with her holster strap unsnapped and the palm of her hand resting on the grip of her pistol (they have to do that—for all she knew I was the perp still at the scene).

As she introduced herself and started questioning me about the apparent burglary, I realized she was the most beautiful woman (or person of any gender) I had ever spoken to in person, maybe the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. I remembered her name for a year or so, but it’s faded now.

As far as real people whose name I actually know and remember, it’s got to be Judith Hill. She’s a singer/songwriter who became almost famous singing backup for major artists. She’s one of the people featured in the documentary, Twenty Feet From Stardom. She has the coolest most beautiful face ever and I love when she piles her hair on her head in sort of a head-width mohawk. It makes her look like an exotic bird with a magnificent crest. Or a goddess. Which she is. No question.