Bumped into Mamie Van Doren
On the Strip
She talked twenty, looked sixty
Drooled eighty
“It’s cool, it’s crazy, it’s fantabulous”
“Dennis Hopper’s dead,” I deadpanned
She looked down
“Seen Dick Clark?”
“He’s splitsville” doll
“What year is this, sweetie?”
She was…sincere
“The last one baby”
“Bye Honey, call me sometime?”
“Sure…Baby, sure.”
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