One Year Later and the Departure of Watts.

It was one year ago today,  I loaded to the gills my 2000 Mountaineer and at 4am drove out of my driveway at 169 Bard Ave for the last time. As I arrived down on Hilton Head Island, I began my 3+ months experience with Julia. Please refer to previous blogs to refresh your memory as I still wish not to. Today, 7/30/19, the second person to capture my heart was forced to relocate back home to Roanoke Va. I have written about her before but will be revisiting the past 6 or 7 months.

To set the record straight, we never dated, slept together or seriously entertained the thought. We called each other our wing man and we looked out for each other. Watts was very upfront with me from the beginning that we were just friends, which I appreciated. But Damn she is so cute. She like SD from Savannah were both very honest with me. When I met Watts it was at Cool Cats (yeah big surprise). She immediately dubbed me “New York John” and we began to talk. Many in her family and friends who I have not met, know me at that. Ironically, she was there with her Roanoke BF, we will call him  Mr, B,  and he was less that please when she and I started talking.

To describe Watts….hmmmm. Picture one of those western woman who are alone on a farm and will aim a shot gun at you if you go on her land. She is all West Virginia!!! Due to her asshole landlord who let his condo get foreclosed upon, the crazy Hilton Head rent  drove her back home and destroying her dream of living 7 minutes from the best beach in the US and not having her best friend near by. I have no intention on letting our friendship die. We made plans for mutual visits and she wants to rent one of my HHI timeshares. OK, this next part is for Mr. B. As we are both Italians hear me. On my honor as a Sicilian and the souls of my children, absolutely nothing ever, romantic or physical, happened between us and that is the last time I am going to talk about it. CASE CLOSED. I have several close female friends and opposed to Hugh Hefner, I was more like Bosley from Charlie’s Angels.

Watts became like a little sister whose chops I would bust constantly, especially at Cool Cats playing a certain Neil Diamond song inspired by JFK’s daughter. I have the jukebox app to play songs and played it and Johnny B. Goode at 1am when she was there and I was home in bed. What a bastard I can be.

Watts and I had many adventures together which were fun. Cool Cats, watching the moon rise at the beach, sunsets at Skull Creek, the Roof Top Bar at Poseidon, and others. Being there for each other when crises struck or those 3am calls to vent, we were definitely as close a two can be without the sex. Now those days are over and the Roanoke crew is now in charge of watching out for her. There still will be 3am calls and endless texts but I will always love you Watts and will hold you to your pledge of visits. This piece cannot go on too long or one or both of us will start crying again. Watts, don’t lose your shit!!!! Mr.B, you take good care of her as I know you will.

So in the course of 365 days, God opened and slammed two windows on me,  and I wonder what he has in store for me, but that is something for another post.

John Scarso

Hilton Head Island SC 7/30/19