In addition to my odd childhood crushes on President Ford and Abbie Hoffman, I had the serious hots (as serious as a little girl can) for Jeff Conaway in Grease. I wasn't a fan of him on Taxi; I had the hots for Kenickie.
I just saw Mr. Conaway on a "reality" show about celebrities detoxing and let me tell you, this man is a perfect poster child for anti drug and alcohol campaigns. He looks about 20 years older than he is, is physically as sick as a dog, and is just, for lack of a better word, pathetic.
This is how I prefer to remember him...in those bygone days when "a hickey from Kenickie was like a Hallmark card; when you care enough to send the very best." Ahh, just watching him comb his hair into that ducktail and lighting his cigarette with the blowtorch-like Zippo...whew!
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- Peppermint Patties
- Red Lipstick
2 comments:
You are a piece of work. He was a little too hard-core for me. A little scary, but in the tie-you-up-and-razor-your-neck way.
No, Kenickie would never tie you up and razor your neck! He might take your virginity in the back seat of a car and leave you pregnant though. Regardless, I love him.
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