When what you do in the world is deal, your
deals define you; better not get too attached to
anyone else. Ruth's voice, her presence, "aura,"
were all fire & ice; the promise of warm
sensuality somewhere, strong thunderstorm
temper, belied by flaxen-headed good looks;
but her dealer status put a perma-freeze
on all this. She lunged towards me at an Outlaws
party (she dealt to & with them), & beyond all laws,
covered my mouth & shot-gunned green smoke into my
lungs. I myself was too stoned to respond. Yet, high
or not, Ruth made a mark on my soul from a deep
place that night. It takes one to know one, right? I
never saw Ruth again, didn't need to; we had our fling.