water tower times
 This water tower is just a few blocks from me, off of 4th st. N in St. Petersburg.
I think Matt was the first person to show me that you could hop the fence, commando crawl a couple of guy wires, and have a drunken late night adventure going up the spiral staircase to the observation platform that rounds the tank.
I took Liana, the reformed stipper and movie star wanna be, on a water tower adventure on one of our first dates. She thought it was pretty cool that I did things like climb water towers, and I thought it was pretty cool that she was willing to hop chain link fences with barbed wire, and could actually do the difficult commando crawl portion of the ascent.
The first time I was up on the water tower it gave me the feeling of living a wild and spontaneous life. You can see clear across the city and the cars going up and down fourth street look like little toys in a Godzilla movie. (St. Pete doesn't have too many tall buildings, so this perspective is a little more rare and exciting). From this view you kind of feel like you're above and somehow better than the people in all the toy cars and doll houses that are living their little middle class lives below you.
After our water tower adventure Liana and I went back to her place a few blocks away. She had this really hip, three bedroom house on 16th st. Her previous boyfriend was an artist and nightclub designer who had left her to make his fortune in Miami Beach. But he left her with a place that could have been featured on the Real World, or MTV Cribs, at least for its style, if not for its opulence.
I was living in my crummy little Gulfport apartment at the time with the drop panel ceiling and the cockroaches and the screaming Puerto Rican neigbhors. As soon as I laid eyes on Liana's place I started imagining myself shacking up with her and living the good life with this sexy, hard bodied starlet.
Unfortunately for me, I was entering Liana's world right when she was making some major lifestyle changes. First of all, she had quit stripping at Mons Venus, which meant there were no more $500-$600 a night cash hauls. Now she was trying to make it on her $10 an hour nannying job, and the occasional modeling gig. With her cash flow severly slashed, Liana was forced to rent out her house in order to keep it. She had to give up all the posh and stylsih design her ex had bequeathed her, and retreat into a little back room which was a converted one car garage with a unit air conditioner. Her tennant ending up being this dude with a four year old kid, so the MTV Cribs magic kind of vanished.
As I got to know Liana a little more, I soon realized what a great situation her ex-boyfriend had worked for himself. Not only had they used her bountiful stripper money to buy and restore this wonderful house, but Liana had basically bankrolled her ex's bohemian lifestyle of painting, partying, and doing lots and lots of ecstasy. Her ex was talented, but like most artists around this town, he barely made a nickel from his craft. The most lucrative work he had was his club designs, and even this had to be supported by the Mons Venus cash to make it happen.
So anyway, just when Liana's ex had built himself a nice design portfolio with her stripper money, he decided that St. Pete was just too small of a pond for a growing frog like himself and he hightailed it to Miami Beach. I don't know why Liana didn't follow him there, except maybe to protect her real estate interest she had poured so much cash into. Or maybe she was just sick of the guy. (She told me how much nicer my dick looked compared to her ex. His apparently curved off to the side in a strange corkscrew fashion, and his balls hung so low that they would dip into the toilet. She had been with the guy so long she didn't know there was any other way a guy's junk could look. She even said my come tasted a lot better.)
But after her ex left her, Liana not only left behind the lucrative stipper life, but she gradually began to shun the St. Pete party scene. The fantasy world of free love and drugs had lost its luster and she was determined to keep her feet on the ground and live a healthy and "normal" lifestyle.
So this is where I entered the picture. A "guerilla" artist of meager means who just wanted to get with this exotic starlet. I didn't know about the history with her ex the night of the water tower adventure, and I didn't care. I just wanted to make love to her.
Fortunately, she still had the MTV Cribs place to herself that night. After taking her out to a nice dinner and drinking some wine we hopped in the sack and had lots of incredible, "I can't believe this is really happening to me" sex.
My relationship with her lasted the usual 70 day period, and ended soon after our trip to New York.
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