En to the Eye to the Kay Kay Eye
Nikki. Everywhere I look there's a Niki.
One 'K', two 'K's, what have you, my life, from the beginning, has been filled with women by the name of 'Nicole'.
When I was a kid my best friend's name was Nikki (two 'K's) Moffet. We were inseperable. We once, at the age of six, painted her grandmother's porch railing green using paint cans we found in her basement. We, of course, did not obtain permission from her grandmother to do so, but we thought it would look nice. The only way I was connected to the crime was the small green distinctively PF Flyer footprints that led from her house to mine. Nikki Moffet was present for the legendary 'crucifiction' story that resulted in the unusual 'stigmata' scar on my left hand. Her house was closest to the woods where it happened so I ran there first and she, in turn, ran to get my mom and dad.
The first girl I ever kissed was named Niki (one 'K') Cardoso. She was a younger woman (the seed, no doubt, for my strange ability to attract younger women). She was seven and I was nine. I still remember where it happened. We were in her backyard and it was a party for her older brother's confirmation. She came over to me and said "I think I want to give you a kiss, Wheezer" (they used to call me 'wheezer' back then because of my asthma. It was particularly bad back then). So I shrugged my nine-year-old shoulders and said, "Okay". she planted one right on my lips and ran away. Alas, it never worked out between us as I moved away when I was ten.
When I was twelve, there were sisters that lived accross the street from my grandmother's place. Friends of my Uncle Gary (he being only six years older than me), they were over a lot. They were named B.B. nd Andrea. Andrea was older and wore a jeans jacket with a big patch on the back featuring the cover art from Led Zepplin's Houses of the Holy and B.B. was about sixteen and had glasses. I had a giant crush on B.B. and when my Uncle gary started dating her, I was heartbroken. They called her "B.B." because she once shot the local bully dead-center in the forehead with a B.B. gun. Her real name? Nicole (not sure about how many 'K's she used as everyone called her 'B.B.').
Today, some 26 years after Nikki Moffet and I painted her grandmother's porch green, 23 years since Niki Cardoso gave me my first kiss, I was sitting on a staircase near India Garden in Oakland waiting for Niki (one 'K') Stanish to meet me for lunch. There was a light rain falling and I was watching the sidewalk turn from light to dark as the raindrops coated the sun-baked cement. The rain ended as quickly as it began and I watched the process reverse itsself as the rain quickly evaporated.
I looked up for just a moment and there was Nikki (two 'K's) Trader, coming up the street listening to her walkman and obviously enjoying whatever it was she was listening to as she was smiling. I quickly crossed the streed and stood in front of her, waving ever so slightly. She was excited to see me (which is always nice) and gave me a very large hug. We talked for a moment before we realised that she was going to be late for work so, with another hug and a kiss (even nicer) she was on her way as Niki (one 'K') came up the street mere moments later.
One 'K', two 'K's, what have you, my life, from the beginning, has been filled with women by the name of 'Nicole'.
When I was a kid my best friend's name was Nikki (two 'K's) Moffet. We were inseperable. We once, at the age of six, painted her grandmother's porch railing green using paint cans we found in her basement. We, of course, did not obtain permission from her grandmother to do so, but we thought it would look nice. The only way I was connected to the crime was the small green distinctively PF Flyer footprints that led from her house to mine. Nikki Moffet was present for the legendary 'crucifiction' story that resulted in the unusual 'stigmata' scar on my left hand. Her house was closest to the woods where it happened so I ran there first and she, in turn, ran to get my mom and dad.
The first girl I ever kissed was named Niki (one 'K') Cardoso. She was a younger woman (the seed, no doubt, for my strange ability to attract younger women). She was seven and I was nine. I still remember where it happened. We were in her backyard and it was a party for her older brother's confirmation. She came over to me and said "I think I want to give you a kiss, Wheezer" (they used to call me 'wheezer' back then because of my asthma. It was particularly bad back then). So I shrugged my nine-year-old shoulders and said, "Okay". she planted one right on my lips and ran away. Alas, it never worked out between us as I moved away when I was ten.
When I was twelve, there were sisters that lived accross the street from my grandmother's place. Friends of my Uncle Gary (he being only six years older than me), they were over a lot. They were named B.B. nd Andrea. Andrea was older and wore a jeans jacket with a big patch on the back featuring the cover art from Led Zepplin's Houses of the Holy and B.B. was about sixteen and had glasses. I had a giant crush on B.B. and when my Uncle gary started dating her, I was heartbroken. They called her "B.B." because she once shot the local bully dead-center in the forehead with a B.B. gun. Her real name? Nicole (not sure about how many 'K's she used as everyone called her 'B.B.').
Today, some 26 years after Nikki Moffet and I painted her grandmother's porch green, 23 years since Niki Cardoso gave me my first kiss, I was sitting on a staircase near India Garden in Oakland waiting for Niki (one 'K') Stanish to meet me for lunch. There was a light rain falling and I was watching the sidewalk turn from light to dark as the raindrops coated the sun-baked cement. The rain ended as quickly as it began and I watched the process reverse itsself as the rain quickly evaporated.
I looked up for just a moment and there was Nikki (two 'K's) Trader, coming up the street listening to her walkman and obviously enjoying whatever it was she was listening to as she was smiling. I quickly crossed the streed and stood in front of her, waving ever so slightly. She was excited to see me (which is always nice) and gave me a very large hug. We talked for a moment before we realised that she was going to be late for work so, with another hug and a kiss (even nicer) she was on her way as Niki (one 'K') came up the street mere moments later.