Letters from a Roue
FROM AN OLD ROUE
In the afternoon I’m taking my cute as a button new litte ho and her poo-ahn to Superman at IMX at Paragon and I’ll be shaggin em later. The little twinky is with me right now, singing to MTV. life good. 20 and sweet as pie. But you know one day she’ll turn into her mother.
I wrote:
You know what’s sad. That these beautiful girls will one 
day be old. I met Russ Meyer at the Deauville film Festival. Must ahve been 183. The B-film mogul said, “The saddest thing about these girls is to see them a few years after the beauty has faded. Nothing can revive their youth but at least they remain beautiful on my films.”
OLD ROUE replied, Hey and wow. I also interviewed Russ Meyer for the SoHo Weekly News. I LOVED him. I called the piece “Uncle Dirty”. Just the nicest, jolliest, happiest old goat I ever met. I idolize his grey-hairy old ass. He’s my old-man role model.
The occsasion was the release of his first movie for decades it was called, like “Return To Beneath The Valley Of The Ultravixens” or sometihng like that. Rearrange into a well-known phrase or saying.
And he had just married the star, this gorgeeous little mexican with mammoth but totally bionic sticky-out tatas. A dead-heat in a zeppelin race. Kitten Navidad. How one 
remembers the important details, and I asked him, “Russ, are they real? She must have implants, no?”
“Well, Alan, believe me, I’ve looked and I’ve looked REAL HARD, and I can’t find any.” I think that was the last sentence of my story.
I only interviewed him in hopes of meeting her. No such luck. He had said, “Well, I might just bring her along”
The canny old coot. But after I met him, I forgot her entirely and just talked for hours, till they dragged him away.
Asked for his auteurish filmic philosophy, he said, “I’m sorry, but I just love big tits.”
Russ Meyer is dead but his films live on like the women in them.
Voluptuous to the end of time.
For any of his films go to this URL
Serge Gainsbourg french singer with a Cyrano nose hit on a beautiful woman, who told him, “Mssr, you are ugly.”
Serge lived with sexy Jane Birkin at the time and said, “Quais, I am ugly and you are beautiful, but in ten years that beauty will be gone, while I will remain ugly.”
You ahve to love him for that if not BALLAD OF MELODIE NELSON.
