Content-type: text/html Ray Manning

Monday, March 15, 1999 9:14 AM

The Start of My Week


It's Saturday! I wake up in my own bed, nobody beside me (except my teddy bear), and nothing on my head. I walk out into the living room and there is somebody sleeping on the couch. I don't know if it is a man or a woman. Looks to be somewhere between 19 and 25. "Nice underwear" I hear he/she say. I still do not know if it is a man or a woman. I look down and see that I am wearing a black leather/lavender cellophane...er...thong, for lack of a better name.

Now seeing that this is Saturday and I have time to prepare something special, we have burnt toast and watered down Tang. And a tuna/banana/peanut butter casserole. And milk. On the milk carton is MY picture at age 8. "Have you seen this child? Raymund Albert Manning"

The Jerry Springer show is on. He has a program about criss-cross dressers - men who dress as women who impersonate men - like the latin singer Anna Gabriel. When they introduce Marv Albert, I decide that we have to go.

Seeing that I have a date, I take the truck to the carwash to make it look its best. I receive snickers, but they agree to wash it. Now this carwash has a left turn INTO the wash, and the attendants finally realize that the truck will not turn left. Finally, after much thinking and pointing, they get five guys the size of Texas on the back bumper...or at least where the back bumper should be...and lift the back of the truck every 5 feet to get it pointed into the wash. I pretend not to notice. While there, I run into three police officers. Two men and one woman - The cutest asian/asian-american that I have ever seen. With a muscular build. And a night stick - a party size night stick. After talking to the three of them about the bicycle patrol near my house, I decide NOT to invite the female police officer (and her night stick) out to dinner. I remember what happened the last time I went out with a police officer. THEN things start getting exciting.