Liberty Call - Panama CityI
shower and dress for the party at the Dolphin. It doesn’t take long, and it doesn’t involve much more than putting on some makeup. I’m ready an hour before Carla Simms is due to pick me up for the drive into Panama City. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed in shorts and t-shirt, contemplating painting my toenails which will be on display since everyone here seems to wear flip-flops everywhere they go. I’ve got an old Jimmy Buffet CD playing, hoping it will brighten my mood, but I can’t help wondering why the whole world seems to revolve around s*x. I mean, I’m a big fan and all but getting laid—or trying to get laid—seems to be infiltrating every aspect of life as I know it.
So now I’m thinking about Stawski and his lesbian ex-wife and trying to unsee an image o
