There is only one thing I loved more than gaining my freedom from the Soviets, and that was John Thomas Booty.
When he would come to Prauge to visit me, he always knew the perfect gift to bring, even when it was just himself. Even on this side of the old Iron Curtain, John Thomas was renown. Local bosses in the Czech mob would offer his free admission and drinks to their clubs, as well as protection while he was in the country.
I always liked this picture that he took of me.
It was a representation of our love as a bridge between two worlds.
Na Shledanou, John Thomas.
Mluvite C’esky?? Velmi Dobr’e!!!!