Swellness beset the late 70s, as did bushy mustaches and tacky blazers; but aside from the strong rock blues vibe and bustling election of to-be-president Reagan, God had cast out two people whom He loved very much to be destined in their stars.
Over at the Luscious Leopard, an old rock club turn chic smokeshop lounge in the deforested flatlands of Jasper, Arizona seated Mr. Kotter a primetime porn star and bodybuilding instructor (me blushing). He sat upon a rugged stool as he felt zero discomfort; his ass being as soft at two marshmallows. He 'punched' the bartender for another drink. A glass of gin. 'Hard coal' he called it but bartender Lewis knew precisely what the hunk son-of-Zeus of a man Alfred Kotter wanted and served it to him with all the fury that the hunk begged for it. But Kotter wasn't that mean of a man, for he owned a tender disposition of kindness and meekness; opposite of what infrequent patrons of the Luscious Leopard would make note of.
Outside the old club a different attired counterpart of his–a tasty lady this time–one with Charlie's Angels adorned hair and a rusty badass of a woman apparent profile, smoking a lit cig was the benevolent Freida. Graceful and strong-willed.
Back inside the club the manager Wallace had directed Alfred as a bouncer to push some bad boy out. At once Alfred lifted the little scoundrel and tossed him in the garbage out back. Consequently, the manager slapped Alfred a fitty [slang for fifty] near the back door.
Alfred chilled out for a bit and caught the sun's rays. Suddenly, the extolling sights of Freida's beauty enwrapped him. He fainted to the concrete.
Yes, beauty can knock down a man.GABE KAPLAN KOTTER IS SO SEXXXYYY