A Videographer?

[cratermaker 0]

The Videographer

Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of second childhood we find the
Videographer.
Videographers are found everywhere, in bars, under bars, behind bars, looking through bars, in
trouble, in debt, in the air, and in love.
Videographer come in assorted sizes, shapes, and weights. In states of sobriety, misery, and confusion.
Girls love them, mothers worry about them, unemployment checks support them, and by some
coincidence they manage to get along together.
The Videographer is laziness with a deck of cards, a millionaire without a cent, and bravery with a smile.
The Videographer is a composite, sly as a fox, has the brains of idiot, the energy of a turtle, the sincerity of a liar, the appetite of an elephant, the aspirations of a Casanova, and the story of a hero.
When he wants something, it is usually free jumps, more money, and a good piece of tail. He dislikes ASO's, getting up early, small planes, hot shot pilots (that never hit the DZ), the week
before his payday, his girls father's curfew, and legs (that is a land lover).
No one can think of you so often and write so seldom. No one can get so much out of your
letters, old jumpsuits, and sex movies.
The Videographer is a magical creature, you can lock him out of your house, but not out of your
heart. You can take him off your mailing list, but not out of your mind.


Freely bastardized by me from an article "The Skydiver" in the 70's by an unnamed author. She knew what she was talking about. X!^!