Jack wrote this in November, 2005:
That thing with Texas voters banning marriage got me thinking about some Texas marriage observations of the past.
I used to know a guy in Texas named Phil. Good fellow, old Marine Corps shot up vet with a chest full of decorations. We used to do a lot of drinking, hunting and running around together during the ’70s and 80s.
Phil got himself hitched to a woman named Susan. Good woman, but perhaps the meanest female human I’ve ever encountered. A husband doing anything to violate her perception of justice was to be avoided on pain of the painfully unexpected.
Which didn’t keep old Phil from sneaking around occasionally, doing something that would have violated her perception of justice. Women liked Phil a lot and being one of the highest decorated Marines ever to come out of the Vietnam War didn’t mean Phil had the will power to always refuse.
Nevertheless, Phil and Susan had a happy marriage, more-or-less. They vented their rages and frustrations, of which both had in plenty, having ping-pong ball gun battles, stalking one another around the house, sometimes lasting hours.
Every July 4th Phil and Susan would have a traditional Sex and Violence Marathon Party lasting a couple of days, or until everyone went home.
A television would play The Sands of Iwo Jima non-stop at one end of the room and another would play porn flicks non-stop at the other end. Lots of interesting stuff in the IWO JIMA flick. We’d sit there with the squeeze box backing up that film, looking at a particular scene, looking at it again, again again again, studying the camera footage (US gov footage from the Iwo battle) until we quit, but tended to go back and do the same thing again … two or three scenes in there are serious head-scratchers.
One scene a bunch of guys are on a 3/4 ton truck, a wounded one on the front bumper, when they hear a big round coming in. They all hop off that truck, grab the wounded guy and rush for a foxhole… But midway between the truck and the hole they realize there’s no time. They drop the wounded guy out in the open. They all dive headfirst into holes just as the round hits and the camera goes flying along with legs and maybe an arm or two. Amazing footage.
Anyway, I’ve digressed. I wanted to tell you how Phil and Susan, thanks to his philandering, ended up in a long duration menage a troix situation. They all thought of it as a marriage for a couple of years. The third of the three was a woman who looked almost exactly like the woman wossname son of Kirk Douglas played opposite in a movie named Romancing the Stone.
Beautiful woman, but a rattlesnake extraordinaire who eventually gave both Phil and Susan a lot of grief.
But I’ve wandered so far what with pingpong ball gun fights and Sex and Violence parties I suppose I’d better save the menage a troix story for another time.