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Posted by cockeyed on June 26, 2005, at 21:45:45

In 1980 I quit being a do-gooder. I was no longer a liberal. I spent ten years working with "street people" and wound up preparing inmates to take and pass the GED test given by the state board of ed.
with nothing better to do, I visited a zoo at a time when there were very few vistors. And I had a brief, I suppose, one might say erotic relationship with a female baboon. Behind the steel bars, she presented her very red behind to me. I guess she liked me. I guess she was in estrus or oestrus or whatever it's called. Sorry but oysters come to my mind, but I'm happless today.
Over in a corner, hidden by an artificial rock I spied a male baboon. He spied me and yawned elaborately; thus displaying a set of teeth that would give jaws nightmares. Well, hello to you Mr. Baboon. And I get the message and I will leave your old lady strictly to you.
However, having worked in prison, I'd smuggled in some "goodies" for the inmates. bribery is good for the soul. In this case a bag of peanuts which I showed to Mr. Baboon to indicate that I meant no idelicacy.
The male eased out from behind his rock, shut his mouth, looked around casing the scene, and then unmistakenly beckoned to me to toss him a peanut. So I did.
Mrs. or Ms. Baboon made a move toward it and for her effort got a wicked snarl.
The male picked up the peanut, sidled behind his rock and ate it. Then looking around again,he again beckoned me to toss a peanut to him. And I did.
So we'd come to an understanding and a relationship. If I didn't toss a peanut quickly enough, he'd oh so lazily display those crocodilian fangs. And I would , after looking all around for any guards or such, toss another
peanut.
I guess there's a point or something like that to this bit of...whatever. I don't know.
He was trapped. Ironically I'd sprung myself from the trap of a job I'd come to hate.
Unfortunately life has become a trap for me these days. Maybe if I yawn and show my teeth,
somebody will toss me a peanut or two.
As for the female baboon, she was the only female to ever "throw herself" at me. Was she"asking for it"? Nature is very specific about such stuff where as we human primates have evolved quite a bit. But as Tina Turner sang, "What's love have to do with it?" And I'm, cockeyed.


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