That sounds like a whore’s nightmare

 

That sounds like a whore’s nightmare

     Many stories can be told about my brothers hippycentric cabin in Silverado canyon. There were few negative vibes in this truly funky pad and it was the least judgemental place known in our lifetimes. Ambiance was woodsy but the plumbing was primitive with a bucket under the sink and a shower no woman would step into sober. All the good Gate folks visited the place and parties in the canyon were raucous and groovy. While the grub may have been minimal, the beer, wine and tequila flowed like the Santiago creek in Winter. Recreational drugs were encouraged, curses were used freely and memorable sayings were plentiful. Timo, Greg, Billy Hogan and I were in attendance of a particulary wild bacchanal on a Summer night up there where drinking was heavy and laughter was plentiful. There are probably four other tape titles that come from just one night but some are so lurid they cannot be told in polite blogciety. The parties had this unique blend of revelers ranging from social workers to ex-cons and sometimes the drunkeness went to the extreme in the case of a cat named Billy Talbot who just got on one of those "sick ones." He was first sentimental and then morphed into a mean drunk. He became confrontational and was butting into peoples conversations with nonsense or inflammatory remarks. One thing he kept interjecting was "that sounds like a whore's nightmare!" It would stop people mid-sentence and began to get ugly around him. Eventually, Stephen pinned him to the floor then booted him and restored normal drunken behavior. For some reason we used the sentence to express a complete non-sequiter and get a laugh.