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Bay Area Bill

. . . Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will/To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

About Me

Romantic, sensitive, dreamy-eyed . . . I enjoy sunsets, poetry, walks on the beach, and soft little puppies (skinned, gutted and cooked on a Korean grill)
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Bill
Birthday: 8 February 47
Birthplace: Cambridge, MA
Current Location: San Bruno
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: SaltnPepper bald
Height: 5'10"
Right Handed or Left Handed: Amphibious
Your Heritage: My forebears would climb on top of anyone who let them
The Shoes You Wore Today: Cowboy boots with spiked heels
Your Weakness: Booty--if Baby's got back, she can twist me around her little finger
Your Fears: Dying alone
Your Perfect Pizza: Reginas, North End of Boston
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Hook up with a beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde (or the many other attractive eye-hair combinations) with booty
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Forgid abow tit
Thoughts First Waking Up: Wish there was someone next to me that could help with this boner
Your Best Physical Feature: My guns
Your Bedtime: When the bars close and booze is gone
Your Most Missed Memory: Getting my hands inside Cheryl Lasky's panties in the 9th grade
Pepsi or Coke: Dr Pepper
MacDonalds or Burger King: Nations
Single or Group Dates: Single dates, group gropes
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Chai tea from Starbucks
Chocolate or Vanilla: Mullatos
Cappuccino or Coffee: Expresso, latte . . . anything to kickstart my brain . . .
Do you Smoke: Yes, everything I can get my hands on
Do you Swear: Fuck no
Do you Sing: Like fingernails on a chalkboard
Do you Shower Daily: By myself?
Have you Been in Love: For 15 minutes, thousands of times
Do you want to go to College: No, I'm from the school of hard knockers . . .
Do you want to get Married: Sort of: I want to drink the milk and eat the cow . . .
Do you belive in yourself: If I don't, who will?
Do you get Motion Sickness: The more motion in the ocean, the better I perform
Do you think you are Attractive: Does that meter go up to 11
Are you a Health Freak: I keep in shape so that I can eat, drink, get stoned, screw, an repeat the process
Do you get along with your Parents: On holidays
Do you like Thunderstorms: Out here in Cali, they only have pussy storms
Do you play an Instrument: If I would have gone to Band Camp, that flutist would not have had to use a flute on herself . . .
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: There was one day I was too stoned to go to the package store . . .
In the past month have you Smoked: Does last night count?
In the past month have you been on Drugs: Hell, I take drugs to get down from other drugs
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Does picking up a drunk at closing time, going through Le Jaques in La Box drive thru, peeling her clothes off while she's semi-conscious, and banging her brains out count?
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Only to get new tires for my truck
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No, I just eat box . . .
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yes, both kinds--I love that fishy smell . . .
In the past month have you been on Stage: Sometimes when I climb on top of a woman, I feel like a performer . . .
In the past month have you been Dumped: I take the dumps around here . . .
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No, dipping, but I have dived into a few skinnys . . .
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Other than hearts?
Ever been Drunk: I can't remember how I got home last night
Ever been called a Tease: No, they usually call me a Sleaze
Ever been Beaten up: Been the beater and the beatee several times
Ever Shoplifted: Only for kicks
How do you want to Die: On top of a beautiful young lady
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Less of shrinking violet . . .
What country would you most like to Visit: Amsterdam -- what country is that?
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: Bloodshot
Favourite Hair Color: Bottled-beer blonde
Short or Long Hair: Pig tails
Height: Statuesque
Weight: Big enough to wrastle with, as long as I always win
Best Clothing Style: Short skirts, low cut blouses, booty bindin' Levis
Number of Drugs I have taken: Lost track around 1969
Number of CDs I own: Do people actually count 'em?
Number of Piercings: Did my ear once, but then every nerd had one . . .
Number of Tattoos: You'll have to get me naked to find out . . .
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Starting with Cheryl Lasky, every time I got close, but didn't go all the way and pin her on her back . . .
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My Interests

Extreme sports, power tools, and ballet

I'd like to meet:

Kings, queens, philosophers, poets, artists, artisans, court jesters, courtesans, cute women, ugly men, farmers, cowboys, street walkers, bandits, hustlers, used car salesmen, Wall Street brokers, dumpster divers, bag ladies, carneys, double-jointed freaks, and role models and inspirations from all walks of life . . .

Music:

It ain't any good unless your ears are bleeding or your eyes mist over

Movies:

Explosions, car crashes, babes with big chests, or romantic comedies -- tear jerkers -- with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan

Television:

In every room, 24 X 7. Never miss Dr. Phil. And how do you think that is working for me?

Books:

Make good doorstops or bonfires

Heroes:

The little people who made all this possible

My Blog

The Feeling of Flesh

THE FEELING OF FLESH   I know that she is not steadfast; With every breath lies her lips pass;Her eyes betray, her motives clear;She craves but shining things--I fear.   Oh, but what eyes, ...
Posted by Big Bill on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 09:34:00 PST

The Grand Canyon

The Grand Canyon, Christmas 2006 Ancient rocks reveal the briefness of life:Under a white layer of snow and green,Like eroded Christmas ribbon candy,Red, brown, and gray strata of canyon wallsSlice do...
Posted by Big Bill on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 11:11:00 PST

On Not Finding an Appropriate Christmas Poem

NEVER GIVE ALL THE HEART Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everyth...
Posted by Big Bill on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 09:53:00 PST

Party Girl Looks in the Mirror

Before answering the knock at the door,She slides the closet door shutTo hide three weeks of dirty clothes on the floor,And studies her image in the full-length mirror.   Her nervous eyes wa...
Posted by Big Bill on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:38:00 PST

The Pothead

(Modeled after Tennyson's "The Eagle")           The  Pothead   He clasps the bong in fancy rite, Lights the bowl with orange excite,Sucks up the smo...
Posted by Big Bill on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 10:11:00 PST

If JFK had lived?

(Thanks to Cranky for the topic!)   Too bad we will never know. I believe that much of the country has never had much real affection for a president since Kennedy. (Oh, maybe some people fel...
Posted by Big Bill on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 10:06:00 PST

Ode to Prostate Cancer

   After years of suppressed rebellions,a life measured out not in coffee spoons but in the chain links of deception:Meek in the classroom, coach-pleasing on the fields--A diploma proved I w...
Posted by Big Bill on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 11:49:00 PST

Thank God for Three Hundred Dollar Whores

For the extra money, in addition to longer legs, perkier breasts,an unweathered face, and less worry,   she might provide sexy costumes, a glass of good wine, a hit of pot,   &nbs...
Posted by Big Bill on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 12:00:00 PST

Confessions of a MySpace Stalker

It was her fault really, for being young, bright, blond, willing to talk to the older man at the next table. Still that day at Starbucks, probably thinking that it would bore me and I would ...
Posted by Big Bill on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 01:52:00 PST

Vice Squad

First the good people raised sales taxes on tobaccoto discourage smoking.Then they clamped down on the sale of alcoholto prevent drunkenness.Next they chased the drug dealers and hookers off the stree...
Posted by Big Bill on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 10:19:00 PST