Lying in bed here in federal prison, I have a lot of time to reminisce. Tonight I started thinking about old girlfriends. Some of them were pretty cool. But others? Well, let’s just say … a select few of them were nothing but bad, bad, bad! And just like some women are attracted to bad boys, some of we men are crazy like hell about bad girls! I’ve had my share of girlfriends. And I loved them all equally the same. Even the ones the ones that told me they loved me. When in reality, all they were doing was hanging around until the money was gone and the party was over. Listening to heavy metal on my Walkman tonight, one such bad, bad girlfriend came to mind. Her name was Kim. Not to be confused with nursey Kim mind you. This Kim I’ll refer to as Bad Kim. Bad Kim is from the Fort Smith/Van Buren Arkansas area. If she’s still out there running wild today, I’m sure she’s doing nothing but being bad, bad, bad! It’s simply in her nature. That is just the way it’s always going to be.

I first met Kim in ‘91. A cousin to a girl I was dating at the time, Kim was very attractive. A petite little blonde with a great ass, everyone wanted to date Kim. She’d turn heads everywhere she’d go. Bad Kim was one of those girls that had a sexy way of smoking a cigarette. The way her lips puckered and the way she pulled it away from her mouth after taking a drag. I can still see her with that Virginia Slim dangling from her lips today. Yeah, she was sexy alright. Her cousin was plenty hot keeping me as busy in bed as any man wanted to be. But I will admit, I had fantasies about bedding Kim down. In ‘94 I fixed Bad Kim up with my friend Big D.(See previous blogs titled “Brett and Cindy” and “The Daytona 500″). A few months after Big D and Bad Kim broke up, Big D came to me and said, “Tripper. If you ever get the chance, you gotta try some of that!” (referring to Kim of course).”That chick is bad!”

The summer of ‘95 I went to Kim’s house to sell her boyfriend some weed. “Then I pulled up, Kim was lying out on a towel sunbathing in a bikini. Inside the living room, I watched as Kim fanned herself, little beads of sweat rolling off her body. Suddenly I had the urge to ask if I could lick the sweat from between her breasts. But I didn’t. It was the first time I really ever lusted For Kim. We smoked a joint and I left. A week or so later, I was giving Kim a ride into town and I had the urge to hit on her. But again, because she had a boyfriend, I didn’t. There were some things I didn’t like about Kim. And even though her cousin and I were split up at the time, I didn’t make a pass it her that day either. I dropped her off at a friends house on Grand and watched her walk up the sidewalk to her front door. She did have a nice butt, just like Big D said. Her greatest ass-et certainly looked good in those cutoff jeans.

Got busted in May of ‘96 and went to federal prison for the better part of :he next four years. When I got out, Big D told me where Kim lived and I went to see her. Still as gorgeous as ever, Bad Kim answered the door in her panties and bra, threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. She told me how glad she was to see me and how happy she was I was finally back home. I smoked a joint with Kim and afterward she went to find my old girlfriend, her cousin. I partied with the girls for the next two weeks. And inevitably, I went to bed with Anna ‘See previous blog titled “Anna the Hellion”) despite the fact she had already remarried. In the end, I guess Anna felt guilty and eventually went home. And then … there was Kim. Old Bad Kim sitting right there in front of me with nothing more than a 24 year old punk boyfriend— a kid I didn’t like from jump.

Living in the motel, where I eventually got busted on this case, Bad Kim suddenly started coming around. I guess she knew I had some weed and speed and she’d sneak off from her boyfriend on Friday and Saturday nights showing up at my door wearing something hot. The first time I had the balls to make a serious move on Kim, 24 year old Billy Badass showed up knocking on my door asking if Kim was there. Kim said, “Everything’s okay. He just wants to talk. I’ll be right back.” And she left the room. I heard Kim and Billy arguing in the parking lot. Things seemed to be getting pretty heated so I decided to put on my jeans and boots and intervene. “Listen punk! You can take your bullshit arguing elsewhere! I don’t appreciate you raising all this hell in front of my room. Now kick rocks before I stomp a mudhole in your ass! Got it?” Jealous but not stupid, he left. But already having ruined the mood, I didn’t get any pussy that night. Lost interest and both my woody and Kim went on their way.

After that though, Bad Kim really started coming on strong. Knowing I was already seeing a couple of other women, it must have made Kim want me all that much more. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life about women, it’s that they always want what they can’t have. And the more I tried to ignore Kim and leave her alone, the faster and harder she came at me. And me, being partial to blondes it didn’t take long for me to finally give in. In mere days I was smitten with Bad Kim. Especially after we had sex and I found out what a freak she was and what Big D meant when he said, “If you ever get the chance, you gotta try some of that!” This bitch was a straight-up wildcat in bed! I’d never had sex with a woman that took charge like that! Extremely aggressive, Kim literally held me down by the wrists and rode me like a bull at a PBA rodeo. Needless to say, she had me. She broke me from my brief hard-to-get act to, “Baby I’ll do whatever it is you want me to do!” And from that moment on, there was nothing left for her to do but move in for the kill.

Next thing I knew, I was giving Kim dope and peeling off hundred dollar bills like they were going out of style. All she had to do was just mention pussy and I’d get weak in the knees. I bought her clothes, jewelry and jumped through loops for her like a dog at an American Kennel Association Dog Show! For my last six weeks of freedom, I took care of Bad Kim furnishing her with more weed, speed and money than any woman I’d ever been with. She’d hug me, kiss me, blow me and make love to me like no woman I’d ever had before. I was crazy about her and had kicked all the other girls to the curb. Well, as far as she knew anyway. Can’t lie to you guys. You know how I am. Heh! Heh! Anyway … to make a long story short, the minute I went to jail Kim jumped ship on me like the little Pirate bitch she was. I’d just gave her some money to hold for me, parking change, so I knew when I got put in jail and needed it, it would be there.I sent somebody after it for me, she told them it was already gone. I’ve written Kim a few times over the past 8 + years, all to no avail. My “friends” see her from time to time so I hear, but not once has she ever asked about me or answered a single kite. What a bad, bad girlfriend Kimmy was! I hope none of you guys out there fall prey to one like her. I believe the ladies call it thinking with the wrong head. I’m Tripper! Better Days!