The last odd date I had was September 3, 1969 when I took out the daughter of a Pakistani Dung Merchant. We went horseback riding but I finally left her at the stable where she was having a long phone conversation with her Dad about the possibilities of buying Coldstream Farms, Calumet, and Keeneland for obvious reasons, I guess she'd never really seen what a horse could do, quantity wise. Her father was putting up a fight against it because her mother, a gypsy fortuneteller had seen a vision of the future which her old man had bought off on. It seems he was going to take his wife's vision to heart and invest in Bullshit Futures from the Mudcat Cafe Forum. Of course I had never heard of it back then (Was Max even born?), but the conversation was getting drawn out and I saw little chance of scoring, so I split. I heard later her father committed suicide after mistakenly investing in Shinola.

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