Farrah Fawcett Has Died
Of anal cancer. Perhaps now she can rest in peace. I was glued to my chair the first time I watched Extremities.
The Farrah Poster and Me
There was always contention between my father and me when it came to money. If he had money to give, my sister only had to ask. When I asked, usually after my mother pushed me to, I was made to earn it. My father was unapologetic about making me earn money while my sister did nothing for hers. Behind his back, my mother would give me frustrating looks but say nothing. By then, my brothers preferred cigarettes to money, and I discovered years later, they stole money from my father when he slept, who in turn thought I was the thief because there were times I had unaccounted for money, unaccounted for because my friend prostituted himself for cash and would occasionally throw some money my way. Nevertheless, we are talking small change here, —it was the 70s.
My desire for shampoo, conditioner, soap, toilet paper, toothpaste, underclothes, and an occasional 8-track (ah, how sad, I know, woe is me) often required my father and I to be partners in a few moneymaking schemes. One such scheme included a few of the now famous Farrah Fawcett red swimsuit poster, along with numerous abstract black light posters. Who knows how he came by these bulk finds, but bulk finds they were, and found he did.
The deal was that I would sell each poster for 50¢. For every poster sold, my father would get a quarter and I would get a quarter. The thing was, after I tried to sell a few I learned that no one wanted to pay 50¢, most only wanted to pay a quarter. A few people were willing to do 35¢. After a few days of coming home unsuccessful and hearing my father tell me I was doing something wrong, I dropped the price to 35¢. But, I was too ashamed to tell him. At 35¢ posters sold better. He kept count of the posters and for every missing poster expected a quarter. When I grew tired of him waiting for me to come home and do the count, I gave him my profit (the dimes) to buy out the rest of the posters so we would no longer have to count together. That left me with around 40¢ and 20 posters. I sold a few more for 35¢ and several more for 25¢, eventually giving the remaining ones away.