Abandoned Hotel Of Last Resort.

The moon was shining through the window at the now abandoned Hotel the San Andros Inn and Tennis club on San Andros Island in the Bahamas..  an always notorious place, with alluring palm trees and sugar white beaches and the smell of empty Gin bottles left on tables poolside......... laughter rings.

Walking thru the entrance and past the dining area outside and to the left side of the pool was the room.. where the Moon was privy  once or twice to the shining thru on  a group of Pirates of a few decades back... Red the pilot of the blue and white twin engine Piper Apache parked in the grass by the bitumen strip with doors open was very nervous ....  as the moon did its shining  through the window the group of 6 or 7 formed a circle Black and White  and fired up a spliff......

Soon the Bragart twins started in

Two of the Local boys  that were proud of Pirating a Yacht... seemed fucked up to the moon that they were laughing  it seemed an Evil was present in the room.

Abhorring violence

The moon excused himself and departed  after taking a hit and sucking down a frothy beer he  ducked  out  behind some  building clouds  and raced a DC-3 across the tongue of the ocean to New Providence and lost....... ..

 Later  after he dropped off the Land Crabs and returned to San Andros the moon popped a 714 and Jumped into the  old  2 door White Pontiac Catalina that was beat to shit all rusty and drove on a cloud up towards Nichols town... it was no good up there either... a bad moon  he guessed as he turned around and  his angered acquaintance  threw an empty Clear Becks Beer Bottle at his departing car hitting the rear glass.... he was pissed the Moon was not going to stick around and buy drinks for everybody He guessed.... making a clean get away......

Later the Moon heard they were going to Jack him or relieve him of his wallet or worse.... but the moon made good his escape with his sweet  accomplice a Girl from Columbus Georgia What was her name? Rita.
The mutual  Satisfier ........

The moon has so many outlandish story's to  tell...  Guns held to heads.. wheel pants full of mud, The Red Bay Indians..... not even half of them are true or maybe all of them are fodder for grand children.

As the moon  peers....... Shining Thru The dusty Window at the Pictures.  'Abandoned Hotel of last Resort.'