Bam Bam

I was out till midnight last night, and in bed by one. Hey! Don't ask / don't tell! I'll fill you in someday. Trust me. *whew*

Anyway, at 7 AM this morning, Ozma showed up at my door. Moaning, I stumbled to the door and let her in. "Go away!" I griped. "I got to bed at 1!" Laughing, she ignored me and pushed past me. I was very glad she did, because I was horribly sore (the neck surgery 7 months ago never completely took care of the pain) and she's one of the most talented masseuses I've ever met. While she worked on my neck, we visited and I caught her up on my weekend (which was awesome!).

Ozma showed me her latest website, where she has pictures from her life over the years. That's when I saw a guy she affectionately calls "Bam Bam".

"Who is this?" I asked. I'd never met him.

"Oh, that's Bam Bam," she said. "He was a Calvin Klein model for a while, and he had a terrible crush on me. He flew down one year for Halloween and I made us matching costumes. He was Bam Bam, I was Pebbles. He was amazed that I remembered his proportions exactly. The costume fit him perfectly!"

So where is he now, I asked. She lost touch with him after a while, but believes he is now a policeman in a small midwestern town. So that's where models go when they retire. It's either that, or work in low-grade C movies.

Somewhere, somehow, someone is bent over a squad car, being handcuffed by this guy. There is a fine amount of irony in that.