The Fool of the Rings -- My (almost) 4th Wife

I have been marryed three times. The first time was the woman that I beleave was the woman of my dreams, the love of my life. We met in New York City, we lived together, she became pregant, we quickly marryed. And then she sadly past away. She is the mother of my idiot scheming children whom I am in love with. I think a bout her all the time. My second wife was a woman who I affectaiantely reffer to as "Godzilla" be cause of her demeaner. She looked like a female donald trump but hot. Nasty nasty divorce grate gob jobs. My third wife I dont like to talk a bout much she was French. I was interduced via my friend Horace Grimmley, who I am still on grate terms with he is currantly sleeping on my couch.

But I was very nearly marryed a forth time. In the year 2000ish I met a lady who we're going to call Mary. Mary was very beautifull, she had fair skin, and dark dark hair. She looked like a little ghost peeking out of ashadow. She loved to sing and play the mandolin and she had a cat named Sun Tzu (sunny). She was younger then me, I would say signifigantly so. I was in my mid 40s and she was late 20s, but she was very in to the arraingment she had been with a coupld of jerk offs before me that had mistreated her and she just wanted someone older and wiser and more mature (keep looking honey!) lol. No but we fell in love she was a bartender at this bar I really liked to go on the UWS. We'd been dating for a year or two and I bought an engagement ring. Her mother worked in Jewls and she was able to apropreiate me this beautifull very spacific black diamond encursted little thing with these silver kinda triangles int he side. It suiteed her alternative stylings and I got a grate deal on it b ecause of her mothers "in".

Any way I was loosely pursuing am advanced dagree in Psychology at this time and classes were a bout to start in September. I was really lukeworm on the whole school thing ( was not really on track to gradiate a) so I thought it might be a good idea for she and me and a couple of other friends to get together on a little vacation just before school started to SET THE TONE. And it all sort of came together in my head at once: I'd propose on vacation. We decided to go to Paris, a city that I'd been to many times and a place that I felt encapitulated love, and we'd go out to a little chateau in the country side for a few days. My mentee Maury set this trip up for me. He was grate at planning shit. It was going to be perfect. Mary was really in to the idea she needed a vacation to. So on September 10th, 2001, Mary Me and all are friends got on a flight and left NYC for Paris. I remember that I wanted to pick up the new Bob Dylan record the next day, hopefully getting a French version or something.

Well we landed in Paris and immediately it was sort of clear that something pretty bad had happened, but nobody knew anything. My French was really good at this point, but the speed of information still prohibitted me from understanding what was going on. I was able to gather that America had been "attacked" like as an act of war. Which didnt make any cents to me. And then threwout the day it just got worse and worse. We were watching French news on a little tv in a cafe in the 3rd or the 4th and I was translating to everybody and it was really difficult. We thaught the white house had been blown up. This would of been disastrous, as I was not bearish on Bush at this time. He had yet to prove himself as a psycopathic genocidle maniac. And he all so fucked up Katrina. Hell of a job. I remeber thinking that I needed to get my silver investments and move that shit OUT of the middle east. This was a very prudent decision on my part becasue we ended up invading Iraq shortly afterwards and I would of lost every thing. Anyway long story short, New York was attacked and all flights were grounded. We immediatly considered just cancelling the trip and going home but then we realised that that wasnt possible and that we might not even be able to go home for some time. Then we had to call all are friends and loved ones and everybody we knew who lived down in tribeca fidi area and it was the longest worst day. Maury was A-Okay. We had these two friends, French actually, who each worked in the twin towers, seprately, and were marryed to each other. And it took us days to find out that they were alive and that they had then found ecah other. Because the phone lines in new york were all down so they couldnt find each other can you imnagine that. My friend debby was ont he 70 something floor of the sceond building and she lived miraculously. But a lot of people dyed my neighbors son dyed that was harrible you coulod hear ther wailing for weeks. anyway... mary and I sort of leaned into each other to survive this week and the whole time I have this ring burning a hole in my pocket. We decided – as a group – that the best coarse of action was to just turn this shit off. Turn everything off. and just enjoy the vacation. We made a really good week out of it. I had a lot of back and forht but eventally I dacided to hold off on the engagement. It felt wrong. Because of the targedy.

Well we evebtually made it bvack to NEW YORK CITY and Mary and I had a lot of sorting shit out to do. The whole 9-11 thing really had put a dampener on are relationship and it sort of braught a lot of issues to the surface that wed been ignoring. I loved Maury, but things with her were imperfect. She snored a lot and we made vastly diferent amounts of money and the age gap and all so she was very "bazar" sexually it was fun and all but every now and then shed try to sneak a finger somewhere it wasnt saposed to go she was kinda in to strange things with that anyway we broke up. and I never really talked to her or even much thaught about her again. I needed a fresh start so I abandoned New york and moved to DC for a few years. I felt bad to leave behind my young mentee Maury. he was a good kid but he landed on his feet in the end and we reconnected during Trump 1 so that was good. Anyway I all ways wondered what was I gonna do with this ring, I certainly couldnt give it to another woman that was gonna be bad Juju (hold that thought...) but I didnt wanna sell it but I didnt want to keep it. Eventally, a few short years later I ended up giving it to my friend Maury and he eneded up getting engaged as well. DID NOT WORK OUT! But ya know what Maur... I blame the ring!!

Have a great Juneteeth every bobby.