Shazz in this picture.

Many swinging western bar doors have been swung open by tough moive cowboys, but this girl did it as equally as any man. See, the art of being a good moive cowboy is getting the right hat. Shazz got it right. Stone is not a good actress, but she sure has style! The reason she is not a good actress is because she is LIFE. She does not need to Act. She is a development from dum ugly man to beautiful, intellegent woman. A star without the need to be a star. More balls than a bull. Pity the man who tries to engage her attention.

Yet if there were a compition to get to know Shazz, I would enter. To do this: -

First, I would with complete style dress. (I have that individual ability).

Secondly, make her laugh. Like: - 'Hey, I never almost came out tonight. Got stung by a bee - made me ill.' Wait for her kind reaction 'Oh, yes, so what buddy' (She would never be taken in, but because her human curiosity, she will say, 'This time of year?')

Twenty five pounds for a packet of gigarettes.

Thridly, listen to her.

Forthly, walk away.

Fively, take pen and write her a poem. Like this: -

'Take a look at me,
I'm a winkle, a boy
Bombed out in '45
Yet still with a twinkle.

Lumbered with a life
Of factories and dirt,
Slummberd with the poor
Incest up skirt.

So 'ave I
So 'ave I
So 'ave I.

Look at me, a star.
But no kids.
Where gone that afar
That I dreamed.'

Stone will then look at me as a man and under the table caress my hand.