Welcome To Mankind’s After Party
May 5, 2008 – 8:51 pmAt the commune we used to walk around naked a lot— who needs clothes when it’s 98 degrees and humid and you don’t have Baptist hangups?
We’d smoke joints and work in the garden and laugh at the expressions on the faces of the rednecks who were driving around in the woods and stumbled upon our “nudist colony”.
It was funny to watch Mr. Natural walk up to their pickup truck (it was always a pickup) and ask them, “Can I help you?”, his dick hanging there nonchalantly in the breeze.
I’ve never seen so many tongue-tied goobers.
One night I went over to the dome to get high with Natural and his ‘old lady’. I didn’t bother to put on any clothes.
So there I was sitting au naturel in the rocking chair while the Naturals reclined on the mattress that served as a platform for his comedy act when we heard a car drive up.
It was night, so we didn’t know who it was till they got to the screen door.
It was the beachside movers and shakers come out to bless us with their presence.
Mr. Natural threw me a blanket and I covered up, not that I was ashamed, but I knew what they were going to think.
I’ve always been ‘psychic’ that way.
The glint in their eyes said it all when they came in, but I just played it cool.
I thought it was too bad I didn’t have a hard-on, though.
It would have been a blast.
