The Bunny Trip
My night at the Quaalude-drenched Uni High Swim Team Banquet at the Century City Playboy Club
I was a high school swim team score-girl before I was a commie.
I’m glad things ended up that way, because otherwise I never would’ve been able to touch the Playboy Bunny, and carry on my sensual, if guilty, disposition.
The high school swim team was my ticket to an almost-prom, to halcyon schooldays, to a bartended, dress-up affair.
The Trotskyists, the …
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