Joeys Girl

Take one man caught in the web of his own frustration. Add a woman and the promise of escape. That's our story, Joey's Girl, taken from the files of John Steele, adventurer. Hello friends, this is John Steele. We're back this week to bring you another story of adventure and living. Usually, our stories are about friends of mine that I know real well. But this week's

This tale is about someone that I met quite by accident, in one of those queer coincidences of life. I saw him for a brief instant, and then he was gone. But I couldn't forget the expression on his face, so I went about finding him again.

Believe me, it wasn't easy. Well, you just go ahead and tell it exactly as you told it to me, Joey. It's hard, it's real hard. You look back on something, try to figure out when it's started and you can't.

Can't even tell the day or the week what's more the hour or the minute? It's too mixed up One day would just like the next to me anyway, so what's the difference? I tell you the whole story Mike's bar was it the joint where we all hung out and we didn't have nothing better to do. I was there a lot

Spend all your life near a bridge and it does something to you I've been waking up every morning sometimes afternoons looking out of the window at it nerdy's Manhattan bridge looking big and rich and sticking its stinkin' feet down here where we ain't got enough room to turn around anyways when you're a kid you go to school because you're all man beach if you don't