"H" Season

Tomorrow marks the official start of the hurricane season here in paradise...and...it's expected to be a busy one...but...between hurricanes the weather is exceptionally hot...humid...sweat dripping water drinking beach swimming locals and tourists alike hitting the pink sands stretches of turquoise beaches...people watching is an art for me... certainly do have an appreciation for it...in paradise the heat keeps less material on the body...

In another twenty one days...the summer officially starts...that means travel season for most locals to send the kids off to relatives...family vacations...and the like...not for me though...it's my busy season...I expect to have one or two visitors this summer....in between work and more work...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval." - George Santayana

Dew in the Morning...

The dew in the morning gently rests upon my heart...it's one of those sentimental mornings where a smile lights my face and thoughts of yesterday brightens my outlook for today...

My best friend has a lover...but...there's this strictly hetro good looking mate...that he simply adores...so much so a crush is an understatement...the mate's from another country located to the south of paradise chain of islands...he's in town for a couple of days...and hung out with us yesterday afternoon...I've never ever seen my best friend skip a beat...flush...giddy like a teenager with a permanent grin...he's always so put together...nothing upsets or unnerves him...but yesterday I saw some human in him...I've never seen those emotions with his present lover...the mate knows his proclivity and accepts it...and entertains my best friend...I could tell this has been going on for a while...from his smiles and his attention, closeness and affection towards my best friend...who knows...the possibility exists...stranger things have happened...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Great works are performed not by strength, but perseverance." - Samuel Johnson

The Party

It was just the start of the holiday weekend Thursday...and now... it's Monday-- the holiday...the last day to lose ourselves and enjoy whatever and where ever....before we head back to our reality regiment where the earned paper affords us such luxuries of this moment...
Sunday was my first day off for the month...and I lazed around like a futon all day...only getting up to take munchy and bathroom breaks...the body needed the rest...

The night before...a friend and me...patronized a ghetto fabulous party in the heart of the ghetto...like the deejay said..."we's know where we from"...the sultry modes of dress...would put Tyra and Naomi to the test...from strappy sandals to five inch heels...matching halter tops not even trying to hide the voluptuous tities...with co-ordinating tight fitting hip hugger daisy dukes or the half pant...or capri...light weight wrap dresses that moved when you swayed suggestively exposing exactly what you intended...gold and bright lip sticks were the order of the day...and the hair styles...hmm...is another thing...that takes on a whole new dimension...nails were painted and the air was polluted with the fragrance of colored water...body creams...and shower gels..of course the men...of the ghetto...you could tell...for Jordan's rule...not Gucci or Valentino...
oversized jerseys and long white t-shirts that could actually be dresses paired with jeans or shorts...cornrows, long braids or come as you are...true street with blunts...or cigarettes fueled the atmosphere...one like me had to be sure to avert the eyes just in time not be caught staring at a b-boy just in case he got offended...my time there was fun actually...and I enjoyed the scene...like the deejay said..."we's know where we from!"... and they surely did...as they partied with no care as to what others thought...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Remember that what you believe will depend very much on what you are." - Noah Porter

Beautifully Stated

From the thoughts of my one and only favorite ghost writer -- Jay Jay

Beautifully Stated

As we grow up, we learn that even the one

person that wasn't supposed to

ever let you down probably will. You will have

your heart broken probably

more than once and it's harder every time.

You'll break hearts too, so

remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You'll fight with your best

friend. You'll blame a new love for things an

old one did. You'll cry

because time is passing too fast, and you'll

eventually lose someone you

love. So take too many pictures, laugh too

much, and love like you've

never been hurt because every sixty seconds

you spend upset is a minute

of happiness you'll never get back.

Don't be afraid that your life will end,

be afraid that it will never begin.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"A goal without a plan is just a wish."- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Ursday...is here!

It's still dark...but it's morning...and the sounds associated with this pre-dawn if one listens distinctly--rings like a chorus through my windows...and by this I know all is well...no matter what today brings...the light coolness of the outside is refreshing compared to the low nineties that the weather is predicted to reach today...humid and hot....in spite of the rains lately.

There's something to be said about Taylor Hicks winning American Idol...what are they looking for...quality or mediocre...and now...I remain silent on the subject...however...congratulations to Hicks...I'm sure he'll take full advantage of this opportunity!

I was young not dumb
and full of cum
Ignorant and naive
and full of life
yet all I ever got was strife

Through time and experience
I became savvy and knew
that flirtation is safe--
lustful temptation although exciting
became my worst enemy

Long walks and talks...
came with age
and so did...my freedom
to explore the endless possibilties
that life offered in the
sunshine..

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight." - Benjamin Franklin

My Friend...Lexus

QUOTE TO THINK ABOUT
"We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves." - Lynn Hall

I'm sharing this quote with you for so many reasons...but thanks for the email of yesterday...maybe your right...as your email detailed...right now though for me...that part of my life is over...even though I admit...they will always be in my thoughts...

Hopefully one day my rays of sunshine will warm your heart and you'll know that I care...

Caught Up in Life

It's real early...too early for one to be up...but I am indeed-- sipping on a hot cup of strawberry passion....from the Passion Tea collection...with my mind racing...thinking of all the things I want to accomplish...today, tomorrow and the future...this moment is so surreal now for me...I'm here and yet I'm not...I feel lost

Yesterday, a really good friend and incidently my ex girlfriend surprised me....since moving to the ATL three years ago...we still kept in contact and even when I got back we do...by telephone...but alas...she kept a secret from me...I was sort of pissed but I respect her decision not to tell me...for sometimes I could be really harsh with her and it comes across as judgemental...so when I arrived at the house and saw a newborn...imagine my surprised...my first question was whose baby is it...knowing quite well from her contours it was hers...she told me to sit down and relax...and don't ask any questions...of course you know that's not me...a brotha has to know...especially since her firstborn is my secondborn...

It was shopping time for my son...the prom, graduation and the scholars ball for his school is quickly approaching...my sixteen year old son...has a mind of his own...a modern and fast pace mind...on his list is a Gucci suit and shoes...quite progressive I must add for someone who doesn't work...and really appreciates the value of money...my friends say "like father like son"... and why am I surprised... so off to Gucci we went but only to buy a pair of shoes...he had a choice...the graduation trip or the suit...the shoes plus a non-Gucci suit...he chose the latter...

Today...I offer you some reading from the unpublished novel...that I haven't worked on for a long minute...

The traffic became blurred as many memories of my childhood years flashed before me and I could vividly remember my first encounter. My initial encounter was when Carifta, a regional sports competition among the Caribbean countries of Caricom was held for the first time in Paradise. I went to the competition with Aunt Tenny, Uncle Newbie and some cousins. We were all excited to go and cheer on the home team. The Queen Elizabeth Sports Center as it was called then is our stadium and it was filled with so many people. I never saw anything so huge in person like this before with so many country flags and athletes. The nearest I came to something like this was watching the Olympics on television. We all got situated in our bleacher seats on the western side of the stadium near the concession stand and restrooms. Soon afterwards the competition began and Uncle Newbie brought us kids some eats and drinks. I had to use the restroom and Uncle Newbie told Aunt Tenny that I was a big boy and could go to the restroom by myself. I entered the crowded lavatory and had to wait for a urinal as all the stalls were full. As one became available I started to pee and soon I became acutely aware that I was being watched by a not so tall but stocky light skinned man with a huge phallus. He was looking around and stroking at the same time. I was transfixed and I guess the man took my astonishment to be that of acceptance as he held my hand and told me to follow him. With adrenaline coursing through my blood I was excited and afraid as my aunt and uncle would not be able to find me if they went looking for me. I did not know this man or what he was going to do. I was afraid and yet I did not run or try to get away. Across the street from the sports complex is a picketed monument in honor of Sir Harry Oates and just off center of it at the time was huge old tree with big roots protruding out the ground. It must have been in full bloom as it was dark and my eyes had to get accustomed to the darkness of the hidden area where I followed this man. It was here that he guided my head so that my mouth would encompass his phallus so that I could proceed in performing oral sex. I was pretty clumsy at the time and only the head of his penis could fit in my mouth. He tried to push it in deeper but my teeth would bite and he became upset. Finally we got into a rhythm where it was comfortable for him. The only words he spoke were when he ejaculated in my mouth grunting savagely urging me to take all of his good cum.

He left me there and I never saw him again. Needless to say I was in trouble big time with my aunt and uncle who went looking for me and could not find me until I appeared back at the bleachers. I was twelve years old.


QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Power consists in one's capacity to link his will with the purpose of others, to lead by reason and a gift of cooperation.” - Woodrow Wilson

It's been awhile since I've written...so many things...just enough time...yet still not enough...to do all that I want to do in a day...all this means...I have to manage my time better in order to be more efficient...anything else is an excuse.

The Aroma 100% juices is in its fourth week and sales have increased...summer is upon us...the sun is scorching ... and our intake of fluids will increase...so the juices should do well...On another note...The plans have been made for the model search and will kick off in July...more on this later..

Lately, I've been thinking about Lexus Decatur... a special friend...I dare not call...for his last email had a ring of finality to it...but if he reads this...hello...I'm sorry your disappointed...just know that I think of you...

BB...where are you? Haven't received a key stroke in a while from you...what's up...hit me up or I will be forced to call you...and not be nice...lol

That's it for now...but I'll be back...shortly

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"What worries you masters you." - Haddon W. Robinson

Happy Mother's Day!

My mom is old school infused with old time religion...all that that implies and was and still is exists with her today...so when my mom held me for the first time...smiled and proudly named me...it's within this context...my siblings and I were raised...

As we go about our separate ways in our daily lives...she's still ever present...happy for our successes...concerned about our doubts and the way forward...supporting our kids...and I say "ours" as she lets us know she's already raised "her" kids...although she loves them grandkids just as much...or even more...taught us..."Cleaniness is next to Godliness" and "manners takes you through the world"...above all though..."love your neighbor as you would love yourself"...back then that didn't mean much to me...a good beat down whopping would reaquaint me with that pharse when trouble found me...

I'm much older now... and I love my mom dearly... although she can be suffocating at times...at least in my estimation...especially when she's on her tack...I think it's the heat and other things...lol...the one thing though we can not see eye to eye...is my lifestyle...she's not trying to understand as her rigidness is sincere and unbreakable...morality and the man...its that simple for her... she stands on solid ground in her beliefs...however...her tolerance is of and for me...for this...I respect her...even though she tires me out when she sees men and boys with cornrows, earrings and hair snatch in one or pony tails...then I hear the beginning of a dissertation with these words--- "In my day...men were men"--- I don't have to finish it as I know you get the picture how this continues and ends...

My mom...blessed with good genes can passed easily for a thirtyish...maybe I'm pushing it...but definitely fortyish woman...she's in her middle sixties...still active in church and in civic organizations...plus work forty hours a week...my dad whose a year younger retired ten years ago...my mom came out of retirement twice...it's good for her though mentally and physically... next year she'll retire for good...and then I will truly be suffocated with her love...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Great works are performed not by strength, but perseverance. - Samuel Johnson

Something Funny

A lil something funny to make you smile for a minute courtesy of my good friend and ghost writer--Jay Jay...

A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the sh* t out of him...
Like his MOMMA used to do.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"To be mature means to face, and not evade, every fresh crisis that comes." - Fritz Kunkel

Randomly writing...

It's Friday...the end of the work week for most...but in this tourist destination it's business as usual and the work week continues...locals tomorrow will take to the streets like Christmas...this seven by twenty-one paradise will be inudated with traffic in the blistering heat...all for our dearly one-and-only moms...the airways and newspapers...look forward to this day...literally every retailer either big or small pay their two cents to advertise...playing on the minds of the suspecting public in a last minute effort for some of those impulsive or disposable dollars...I say shop...it not a cause...it's because...she's mom!

This week has been trying, busy but overall fun...and I made it through...this mark the second week I started my early morning run 3x a week...and I did it...whew! it was tough though...these old raggity bones still ache...I'm building up the nerve and stamina to enter the gym...which comes next...

A special shout out goes to www.brilliantbydesign.blogspot.com he did something special which is out of character for him this week for me...lol...I truly appreciate the thoughtfulness...

My spare time afte work...this weekend will be spent working on the initial paperwork for the project in early October...


QUOTE OF THE DAY
"All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that." - Baltasar Gracian

Lexus Decatur...A Special Friend

It’s was three and half months since we first met but six and half months since we began getting to know one another…he was special mate…not a lover or boyfriend…but special…when we initially met…I had just broken up with my partner…and a brother was hurting and pining badly for the love he called his own…riddled with issues and suppressed anger it just wasn’t fair to get involved with this special mate…he agreed that we should go this route…we couldn’t put a time on getting to know me and I him…for I was here and he was there…he was through with guys that say one thing and later on didn’t know what they wanted…leaving him emotionally spent…he would become my Lexus Decatur…

I missed him since our last meeting in January…he was special, our moments together were special…and most importantly we clicked somehow…in someplace within for us both…still friends though…but special friends…countless emails and international phone calls everyday…so you could imagine my excitement when I was finally able to put together a few days to see Lexus Decatur…and board Delta bound for the ATL…He would be in Louisiana for work when I arrived that Wednesday…but he would be back in the ATL that Friday…I called him as soon as I got settled that evening to let him know that a brother was in the flesh and on Georgia soil…and that I can wait to see him on Friday…this gave me two days to filled with anticipation…so I made plans with friends to go out either lunch, drinks, dinner or a visit…

We talked later that afternoon on Thursday…as usual…and apparently his work in Louisiana was ahead of schedule and he would be coming back to the ATL Thursday evening instead of Friday…that was good news…I thought…however…I had already made plans with my friends…for the evening…so we couldn’t get together…yes I know he’s special and I hardly get to see him…and really and truly he was one of the reasons I took the time to come to the ATL…but it was just to late to cancel on my friends…my intentions were to spend some time with him beginning on Friday…

The last time we spoke on Friday…Lexus informed me that he was having dinner with some co-workers after work…and he would call me afterwards…to be honest … I was put off by that…but I understood…the most important thing here is ‘time’… I didn’t know what time he would be finished … and that would mean I’ll be sitting around the house waiting on him…so when my housemate and good friend…invited me to dinner…I accepted...I guess this is where it went wrong…for I never returned home until 2 am the next morning…when Lexus called me later that evening…to say he was home…I told him I was in the streets with my housemate and my ex best friend…and I would call him when I got home…I never anticipated staying out that late but it happened and I’m sure he was put off…this was a bad start and would define the nature of our non meeting each other for the rest of my stay…everything sort of went downhill from here…for we never caught up really with each other besides two brief encounters one at his house and one at mine which was a disappointment to him...

Needless to say the nature of our relationship is in jeopardy...the one thing about us is that we communicate very well together but while I was there...it was the one thing that was sadly lacking at least on my part...I dare say...for reasons of any backlash when Lexus reads this submission to the blog...I say this because I still at the time had issues with my ex...also I saw my ex twice while I was there...some things had to be put to rest...Although Lexus is a kind, considerate, intelligent, supportive hunk of a sexy man...he's not going to play second fiddle to my issues...I needed to sort my situation out...before I could continue to be special with him...if he's available...those words stung and still linger in my mind...

I like him for so many reasons..but I know I've disappointed him...and maybe 'time and action' is the key here...and the willingness of both parties...he's always been civil with me and accepted my calls since I've returned...but I feel he's more guarded now in our conversation...and not as carefree and animated as our conversation used to be...I call him and send him emails every now and then ... but somehow I get the feeling that he's not available--at least--not to me...


QUOTE OF THE DAY
"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give." - Sir Winston Churchill

The Cult

Graphic surroundings,
slow mellow sounds like negro spirituals
with rhythmic melodies.
A fusion of twisted locks,
intermingling like a sphere
suffocating in the presence of sweet herbals.
Under dark skies and a quarter moon,
chants of understanding, encompassed by
reds, whites, greens and blacks
amalgamate spreading an unbreakable bond.
A unity of knowing
They belong.


QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Patterning your life around other's opinions is nothing more than slavery." - Lawana Blackwell

Dinner makes Three

It's a Lipton's Tuesday...and the morning is warm...not cool and damp like it usually is...yesterday was 94 degrees and it was humid...I can only imagine today...but I'm thankful I am here to experience the beauty of nature...today Tales of ATL is the continuation of the The Red Chair... of yesterday...

With me being the designated driver my ex and Ari left their cars at the Red Chair, hopped in mine after we decided to patronized one of the many restaurants in the old theatre complex on Munroe just west of 10th street…the ride was about five minutes if that…there was friendly banter in the car and all the while I was thinking…what the hell is going on here…soap operas are made from this shit…

We were quickly seated…and it took a minute for our drink orders to arrive…Ari and my ex seemed so relaxed with each other…yes--it seemed like I was the third wheel…and not a good one at that…Ari is from Belize and has property assets in his portfolio down there…so he gave me a brief synopsis of the availability of land…he suggested and asked both of us if we would be interested in joining forces with him to purchase a plot of land…I myself own land but in another Caribbean country…so I really wasn’t interested given the fact that it was only four hours ago that I met him…I thought he was a bit forward…although in hindsight I could understand him feeling comfortable about asking as my ex and him were dating...how long I would soon find out...

Still Ari doesn’t know that his dating partner is my ex and my ex doesn’t know that I know that he’s dating Ari…so during dinner I decided to be as quiet as possible and just listen for clues into how much they knew about each other from dating…I was quite surprised that my ex knew a whole lot about Ari and Ari knew him somewhat…what tickled me in the course of the conversation was the fact that my ex and Ari went running in Stone Mountain Park … on one of their dates…now this surprised me…I’ve never been to the park and my ex promised me that he would take me…but that never happened even though we live five minutes from the park…My ex never had time or was to tired or work or Home Depot or Lowes…on the topic of exercising is another matter…he always complained that he needed to exercise but it was sporadic at best…even though I encouraged him almost daily to do it…

I could tell from our initial meeting that Ari was educated, a well traveled jetsetter and somewhat mysterious…mysterious is good sometimes...during dinner and through conversation at the table I found out from my ex that Ari is a scholar when it comes to religion…I got schooled in the lessons of the first bible and wasn't the King James version...he was a practicing attorney at one point…HIV case worker… and now works in human resources…he was a double major graduate with honors…with a minor in languages…My ex has six degrees four masters and two doctorate…right away they have something in common…

So all during dinner they were talking and at one point Ari asked me if everything was alright…everything was fine…as far as I was concerned...I was just smiling to myself…thinking about all the times with my ex…and how certain things just didn’t add up…how all of a sudden…everything he didn’t like to do with me…he’s doing now either by himself or with someone…I kind of wonder if I really did have a relationship…one thing was for sure…I had an awakening…All sorts of emotions were fueling inside…but I had to get through this dinner first…Ari excused himself as he had to go to the lavatory…

My ex took this opportunity to say that he thinks Ari likes me…I told him that I didn’t think so…and that I got the impression that both Ari and him liked each other…from the conversation and the fact he knew Ari so well…my ex is sharp…he didn’t missed that comment…even through our relationship he used the attention deficit disorder--add--as an excuse not to answer me about things as he forgets in one minute that you asked him a question...I would be waiting for an answer and all I would get is "what"....but as usual he changed the subject and Ari reappeared…dinner was over now…so we retired the bill…and got up to leave the restaurant…my ex then excused himself and went to the lavatory…while Ari and I waited outside for him…Ari asked me point blankly for my number…as he would like to get to know me…I gave it to him just as my ex was came towards us…

As I turned the corner to the Red Chair…I asked Ari which row his car was in…he waited until I passed it and then said I could drop my ex to his car first…so I did…my ex didn’t missed Ari intention…while dropping Ari to his car…my cell rang…it was my ex…inquiring whether or not I was still spending the night…or was I going home with Ari…I wanted to spit out venom right now...but being the good Catholic that I am I couldn’t answer him like I wanted too...I told him I would call him back...As Ari came out of the car…he told me he enjoyed the evening and that he would call me…

I droved home…and was greeted by my good friend and housemate…recapping the events of the evening to him…as I was doing so…my cell rang again…it was my ex…he was outside the house…wanting to know if I was ready…as he came to pick me up…my good friend said he has a whole lot of gall…but I went…for…there are some issues I had to resolved…at least for my sake...I live for perserving my sanity...a throwdown was due...

I jumped in the car…and we drove off bounded for Stone Mountain…I wasted no time in getting to the root of my concern...there was to be no time to chit chat…I prefaced the conversation by saying…God is a good God…his wonders are to be performed...and he did it tonight...leaving no room for further deceit...he was caught red handed by me...it's nothing like seeing it for yourself...I said to him…that Ari told me that you and him have been on a couple of dates…and all I would like to know is how long have you known him…and been dating...because in not one of our conversations has he been mentioned as a matter of fact as far as I know your not dating (even though the grape vine told me differently)…

We drove in silence all the way home…

At his house…I do what I always do…I get naked and ready for bed…he was on sort of an edgy high…didn’t take off his clothes but instead went to his lap top to check his emails and the phone…as a sort of diversion…but tricks are for kids…and I am an adult…so this antic was not going to get any play…I sat up in the bed and asked all the questions I needed to ask…the moment was a tense one but a necessary one…he was reluctant at first...but I was insistent and you know...we managed to talk without agruing or me being the wicked witch ready to turn his ass into a frog…the end result was…he has moved on with his life…and has been dating one other person…do I believe that…NO…but who cares now…right now…it’s not possible for us to get back together…and my allusions of reconciliation is now resting in peace…

I went to sleep and later on I felt his closeness as he snuggled up against me like always…as upset as I was...it felt good... skin on skin...our feet entangled...his scent and our time...we both forgot about tomorrow as we lay...for now this moment was special but defining...


QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Judge thyself with the judgment of sincerity, and thou will judge others with the judgment of charity." - John Mitchell Mason

The Red Chair

Another week, another Monday...but I'm sure glad God continues to blessed me with the gift of life...I'm about to do my 4 am run on the beach...to breathe in the fresh air revitalizes my soul...clears my mind...but before I do...I'm continuing the series Tales of the ATL...in the back of mind though...the possibility exists of "whose playing who"... it could be that I'm the one being played...but so far from all indications that's not so...but like I said it's a possibility...

It was a charitable networking mixer at the Red Chair…feeling good about the progression of my day …after all it was Friday…time to get crunk and hit the streets…but before the streets or sheets…a promised to a friend saw me attending the six degrees of separation mixer…in a conversation earlier in the day my ex and I planned to hook up later that night after an event he had to attend…hmmm...that was something to look forward too.

I arrived around 7pm…the place was littered with professional men and ladies dressed smartly…looking good and smelling good…in keeping with good taste, I greeted some acquaintances I met there and of course the host, my friend Bragg who organizes the event…After all the saluations, hugs, stares and lingering handshakes...I proceeded to the bar and ordered a coke with two cherries…somehow lately…I like the taste of the cherry in my mouth as I pluck it off its strand…hmmm…I smile a knowing smile when I do that…

The area by the stage was vacant of body mass…so I anchored down and enjoyed the music videos overhead on the big screens…the music master was handling his own on the spin board and quite well I may add…apart from the music, people watching became the order of the evening for a minute and making the necessary light conversation...from my vantage point moe had a view of the entire room give or take the columns that separate the two elongated bars in the center of the room…

Standing alone, head bopping to the beat, plucking a cherry…in my space…a tall light skinned slim brother with a great smile and pretty teeth stopped by…introduced himself as Ari … struck up conversation with a line...“You look similar to my ex lover…” I looked him directly in the eyes and told him that I would take that as a compliment…It was at least half and hour before I noticed my ex…walking into the mixer…Ari was still occupying my time…this brother had intelligent conversation with drops of humor every now and then…this shit is stimulating…when a brother can keep my attention span for more than minute…plus he’s not bad on the eyes…

So here we are chatting…and at the same time…I’m checking out my ex on the other side of the room…thinking about the late night rendezvous...drinking a cosmopolitan and enjoying the company of this cute but rather heavy on the mass brother…he looked relaxed and happy from where I stood…now my ex didn’t know that I would be there…but I knew he would…the grape vine speaks on the real...

Ari was persistent in keeping my attention…plus he was flirting…and I guess…I was too somewhat…because I didn’t give him the old –leave-me-alone-duck-to-the-restroom-line…Ari was just an engaging brother…you can tell when a brother has read more than two lines of a book, has had more than the required education through the use of his diction and topics of interest....having class is inbred and not an act…acts for me exit stage left...each and every time…

My ex drifted over to my space and before I knew it…he greeted Ari first and then said hello to me (I was hurt with the pecking order of recognition...much later I found out that my ex didn’t see me at first…he actually came to talk with Ari)…my ex had small talk with Ari but Ari returned his attention to me so my ex drifted back to where he was originally with the heavy on the mass brother…as my ex was walking away…Ari drops a bombshell…by saying that he’s been on a couple of dates with my ex and that he’s a kewl, intelligent guy…and they have fun together…Ari is really into being friends and getting to know a person first this time…than having a sexual relationship....that then leads into lovers…

Allow me a moment to digress…my ex has been telling me that he’s not dating anyone seriously but yet he’s on a4a, doing things that I wanted to do together with him that he was too tired for…in addition to acquiring a taste for the not-so-liked Bulldogs bar…which he now frequents…well I guess a brother has to do what he has to do…and I’m not mad at him…

Amazingly though Ari has no idea that my ex of six months is the guy that he’s dating and I’m still sleeping with…it was at this moment when Ari said he’s dating my ex… common sense bitch slapped me cold cocked in the face…shredding my mono allusion of getting back together out the window of slight opportunity…yes I’m still in love with a nigger…but I’m not a fool to loves' deceitfulness anymore…

As Ari and I continued to chat…I’m thinking why am I wasting my time with this man…whose dating my ex…it was obvious why my ex came over…he wanted to check out who was occupying Ari’s time…Ari immediately for me…immediately became a non-candidate for dating …homey don’t play that…so I had to find a way to get rid of him…nicely and quickly for I was ready to jet out of here…

I told Ari that we should really be mixing and networking and here we are, the two of us ignoring everyone…as if we're a couple...so I’m going to go mingle a little…and he should too...my comment made no difference…as Ari followed me everywhere…it was no letting up or getting rid of this brother…

So two drinks and four cherries later we ended up in the corner of the other side of the room with my ex and the heavy on the mass brother…my plan was to ditched Ari with his dating partner and do a I dream of Jeanie snap the finger vanishing act…it was amazing how the conversation progressed between us three…the looks between my ex and Ari, my ex and me and then Ari and me…everyone trying to guage each other for different reasons...at this point my ex was not sure if I had told Ari that we were partners…and he also didn’t know that Ari had told me that they’re dating…now if I was just a few years younger…like before I met my ex…I would have milked that situation to my advantage…Joan Collins would have been a joke…but I am a changed person for I’ve truly and deeply loved another…and the boundaries that I’ve crossed…I never did with any of my previous lovers…

So before I did something…as I could feel the blood boiling within…I told them that I would be leaving but before I do…I have to let my friend and host know that I was leaving…so I slipped away…and did just that…and when I returned to my ex and Ari…Ari seemed relieved for some reason and flashed a warm smile at me…I told him that I was leaving…and my ex said that Hart was looking for me and couldn’t believe that I left without saying good bye to him…I smiled…the brother was hooked…but I wasn’t…

Ari full of surprises…dropped another bombshell and said the night was young…and asked if I wanted to go to dinner…I was skeptical because I knew I was supposed to be meeting my ex later…Ari must have seen me look at my ex…so he turn to my ex and his dating partner and invited him as well…my ex said yes…he would love to go…I should have opted out at this point as this could be dangerous…but…you know a brother was up to the challenge…

I told them let’s go…

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Be honorable yourself if you wish to associate with honorable people." - Welsh Proverb

Father John's Saturday Night Bath

It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath, and the young Nun Sister Magdalene had prepared the bath water and towels just the way the old Nun had instructed. Sister Magdalene was also instructed not to look at Father John's nakedness if she could help it, to do whatever he told her to do, and pray. The next morning the old Nun asked Sister Magdalene how the Saturday night bath had gone. "Oh, Sister," said the yound Nun dreamily, "I've been saved." "Saved? And how did that come about?" asked the old Nun.

"Well, when Father John was soaking in the tub, he asked me to wash him and while I was washing him he guided my hand down between his legs where he said the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven."

"Did he now?" said the old Nun evenly. Sister Magdalene continued, "and Father John said that if the key to heaven fits my lock, the portals of Heaven would be opened to me and I would be assured salvation and eternal peace. And then Father John guided his key to Heaven into my lock."

"Is that a fact?" said the old Nun even more evenly.

At first it hurt terribly, but Father John said the pathway to salvation was often painful and that the Glory of God would soon swell my heart with ectasy. And it did, it felt so good being saved." "That wicked old bastard" said the old Nun. "He told me it was Gabriels Horn and I've been blowing it for 40 years."


QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Great works are performed not by strength, but perseverance. - Samuel Johnson

Order in the Court

Defense Attorney: What is your age?
Little old woman: I am 86 years old
Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened to you on
the first of April of this year?
Little old woman: There I was sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a
warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and
sat down beside me.
Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
Little old woman: No, but he sure was friendly.
Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
Little old woman: He started to rub my thigh.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
Little old woman: No, I didn't stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little old woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner passed away
some 30 years ago.
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little old woman: He began to rub my breasts.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
Little old woman: No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little old woman: Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made me feel all alive and excited.
I haven't felt that good in years!
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little old woman: Well I was feeling so spicy that I just laid down and said to him...
"Take me young man......Take me!"
Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
Little old woman: Hell, no he just yelled, "April fool..." and that's when I shot the
little bastard.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
“If I have ever made any valuable discoveries, it has been owing more to patient attention, than to any other talent. - Isaac Newton

A Costly Quickie...

I'm pressed for time this morning so Tales of the ATL will continue over the weekend...my best friend Garfi sent me this joke as a pick me upper...to brighten my mood...so I thought instead I would share it with blogsphere...

A lil light humor titled "$500 for a quickie" to end the week and start the weekend...

A woman was walking down the street when she was approached by a man. The man said, "I want to have sex with you right now! I'll drop $500 on the ground at your feet and in the time it takes for you to pick it up I will screw you from behind and be on my way!"

The woman thought it over and told the man to wait a minute. She called her girlfriend on her cell phone and told her about the man's proposition. Her girlfriend said "When he drops the $5oo on the ground I'm sure you can pick it up before he gets this pants down. Call me back and tell me what happened."

An hour and a half later the lady called her girlfriend back. "What happened?" the girlfriend asked. The lady said "That SON-OF-A-BITCH had $500 in quarters."


QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Truth is the secret of eloquence and of virtue, the basis of moral authority; it is the highest summit of art and life." - Henri-Frédéric Amiel

Blogger in the Flesh...

I began blogging on my b-day in January and since then I've met some really kewl bloggers online...smart, intelligent, talented, good looking educated brothas---It's a pleasure for me to finally associate in distance with like minds of the same ilk with struggles and tribulations as depicted by their penned words...

How can something so right go so very wrong so very fast...that in hindsight clarity breeds understanding...you retrace the moment in your mind and if only you can turn back the clock...to correct whatever the heat of the moment was....back in February...a talented blogger made a comment on my blog...and I thanked the blogger for his comments and we ended up having two very long IM sessions in two days which ended abruptly (quite rude at the time I thought) by the blogger...I tried to contact the blogger... by phone, IM and email to ascertain their dismay or why they seemed at the time "put off"...but I guess that was not to be...it ended up in a non-reply...

Our last IM session went like this...

Me: That's a photo of my son...
Him: oh really
Him: wow
Him: i...i..am speechless
Me: Now you know more about me...than most people...
Him: well I appreciate it but now I feel like I was mislead
Him: so can I get a pic of you...the real you
Me: He's 6'1...
Me: No you were never mislead...
Him: so you tryna set him up?
Me: No...I not...
Me: We're dealing with honesty here...
Me: and I feel...if we're going to be friends...then we need to lay the cards on the table...
Me: I want you to know me...so there's no surprises...like...Oh..you neglected to tell this...or that...know what I mean
Me: Now...when it comes to me...I'm 40 years old...but I look so much younger than I really am...
Him: well how is that possible when I have no clue what you look like
Me: And people get caught up in that...
Me: You know what I look like...I look the same as photos...
Him: but thats not really you
Me: As a matter of fact...I've been told...my photos do me no justice...
Him: yeah but they are not your photos
Me: So whose photos are they...if not mine...
Me: Only one photo was not mine...my son..photo is the only photo that's not mine...
Him: you said the photo was of your son
Me: This photo is me....
Me: The next photo is me as well...
Me: This photo is me....
Him: i dont see any photos
Me: Can you see the photos at the right hand side of your screen in the box...
Him: no
Me: How come you can not see them now...
Me: You saw them yesterday...
Him: ??? have no clue
Me: I'll send it to you by email...which email you want me to use...
Him: aol
Me: Oh...the aol...kewl...I will send you photos of me...and then one of my son...
Me: So that you can see how much we look alike...
Me: Why would I want to mislead someone as nice as you...and to whom I have a liking...it doesn't make sense...
Him: well when are you sending them?
Me: hold on...don't be impatient...
Me: I've sent them....you have a look and then you decide..
Him: ok
Me: Did you receive them?
Him: one sec
Him: yes I have them
Him: hello
Me: I'm here
Him: you quiet now
Me: I'm waiting on you...you wanted to see photos...you have now have the photos ...you now can make a comparison between my son and I
Him: i still think you sexy even more now
Me: I’m slightly offended that you would think that I would be frivilous
Me: and I would be deceitful about who I am
Him: thats not what I said
Me: What have I to gain from lying to you...in the end...all of this would have been for nothing...
Him: i was tryna get to the bottom of what you were tryna say cause it looked like you were saying that the pics were not of you at all
Me: Firstly...I would never post another man's photo as myself...my self esteem is in tack...that's one of the reason...I rarely post a photo...
Him: its not that serious D
Me: I'm not stuck on looks...I'm stuck on a man's ability to stimulate a mind...because in the end that's all we have...
Him: I was confused on what you were saying
Him: nvermind we going down a bad path right now
Me: I'm not ranting at you...and I'm not mad...either
Him: so lets get off of it
Him: I have to go so I will holla lata

Funny thing though...your fate is your destiny and at some point everything comes full circle...about two weeks ago I was in Bulldogs...I met up with the guys for drinks and bid whist...
as we usually do...later in the evening...a cute brother stepped to me...saying he knew me from somewhere...my face looks very familiar...in about two minutes we had it figured out...It was rare for me to meet a blogger... he's the first blogger I've ever met since blogger...that was so kewl in that moment...he was in the ATL for his project...the funny thing though is...he said I look just like my photo....hmmmm....and the recollection of our interaction came flooding back!

Now...given that I'm a kewl forgiving person...I had a real great conversation with the brotha...considering that from his past actions or lets just say non actions ... talking to me for him would be a non issue as that was made clear back in February by not responding to any of my attempts...

Enough said ... I was disappointed back then... but hopefully our interaction at Bulldogs jogged his memory... that one should never be to quick to burn bridges especially when generalizations are dangerous...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
“All generalizations are dangerous, even this one.” - Alexandre Dumas

Operation GP

It's a damp and cool morning as I sit before the computer to invite you to read the second installment of Tales from the ATL ... I'm back to drinking my favorite beverage of the morning...Lipton's brisk tea...hot...like I like it...it's definitely a soul waker... In the next half an hour I'm going to do my early morning run on the beach...being sexy and fabulous takes a toll on an mature brotha...so he has to do a lil more to perserve the sexy...

For me…this was a clandestine operation shrouded in secrecy…kept between two friends stepping out of their comfort zone to experience the thrill of illicit sex in the dark amongst tall trees, shrubs and vast open spaces with minute injections of light here and there…we pulled up in a parking space surrounded by luxury and not so luxury cars…stepped out in fear…with this anticipation of the unknown my heart beat went up a notch from the sheer thrill of the hunt or being the hunted…

Proceeding down the eight elongated steps…it took awhile for my eyes to adjust and get accustomed to the darkness of the night but with the help of my good friend he navigated me through the gate of the tennis courts …on reaching the other side of the court we proceeded through another opened gate and was instantly on a incline filled with grass and to the right were tall trees and shrubs and shadows of the night…to the left and down the incline was the baseball field...the visual past the field yielded more trees and shrubs that stood out like ghosts in the night against the backdrop of darkness...

I stayed close to my friend as I was introduced to the acres of vastness in this instant gratifying hook up spot at night…where boys to men become shadows of trees with intermittent sounds of ecstasy…revealing their phalluses, dropping and pulling down their shorts to reveal the menu availability of buttocks…

The main ingredient on the menu --- casual sex…paid for or free…in wild abandonment with no cares for propriety…decency…or decorum…the thrill of watching one, two or three people masturbate, grope, touch each other in places in the shadows with fear of abduction from the authorities…augments the thrill of dark…young, middle age or old…pastor, lawyer or doctor…can be found seeking the thrill of the cum…

As one conquest is achieved…the walk in the vastness of the park rejuvenates the body and also gives one the opportunity to play hide and seek for the next victim who’s ready and willing to experience the inevitable touch of the shadow…

My friend left me for babysitting was not his intention…my easy guide to park relations was over…and in seconds he vanished into the vastness with no trace…left alone…I ventured closer to the car where benches are visible in the smallness of the light…I sat…and watch the traffic come and go…some with smiles…and hoods to cover their faces…some with hats dressed in apparel frequented by b-boys…some coming from a night out dressed smartly…smelling good…some could be seen adjusting their clothing to conceal at times erections that seemed to burst from seams…

As time progressed into the lateness of the evening more shadows of the night arrived…losing themselves amongst the trees and shrubbery which are their best friends for the night…in these places pleasure lurked…the night would not be fulfilled until countless sperms are spitted in the air…

While sitting there I noticed a tall slim but well built man on the top of the stairs lingering for more than minute doing the same thing I was doing from his vantage point…a shadow of the park passed me looking intently for some indication of agreement but I was blank…he doubled back and sat on the opposite end of the bench…it was then that I noticed that the slim man moved and came in my direction…passed the shadow on the bench and stood in front of me and said hello…I noticed then he was an older gentleman in his late forties but I could tell he took good care of his body which made him look younger than his years…he was polished, his diction, demeanor and conversation was that of an education man…graying slightly he was intriguing and social able but yet allusive…In our talk…he told me he came to save me from the shadow…for he could tell from how long I sat there that I was not interested in becoming a member of the shadow fraternity…we talk for a bit then bidded me goodnight as he jumped in his Mercedes and left me pondering about him…

Soon afterwards my good friend reappeared…he looked at me…and said “ready”…I nodded…we left…never to discussed operation Griffin Park…again


QUOTE OF THE DAY
"What worries you masters you." - Haddon W. Robinson

Hair Burner

Today...I begin tales of ATL...lots of stories to tell about characters and situations...I begin with a real life hair stylist...that I call the "hair burner"...

What’s this thing they call versatile…let me tell you…I don’t know anything about this new modern thing these kids have going on now…I like it how I like it…on the bottom as it should be…the hair burner recites…

He’s not the typical hair burner…he’s about five ten-eleven…built like a Mac truck complete with muscle thighs…cute with relax curly hair…bronzer beat leaving the face immaculate--
the thing is…you could not tell he wears make up…a brotha has skills…and I’m in the beauty and fashion industry…watch out Tyra…maybe he needs to give Miss Jay some lessons….the walk and talk though definitely puts you in a state of quandary when you look at the external…

I likes to have it that way…now find me a man’s man…my ideal man…he’s built with muscles and ripples in all the right places standing at least six feet…kind, considerate but rough around the edges…and cute

Just recently the ideal man came along meeting all the criteria saved one…

The phine quiet—only speak---when necessary Mr. Postman came into the beauty parlor to deliver the mail as he does everyday to the beauty shack off MLK highway on the west side…when I tell you he had it going on –face, body and what seemed like frontal package…I could tell by how it hangs…low...the ladies under my scissors were leaving heavy moist stains on my chair after I did their hair when that fine Mr. Postman made his delivery and flashed that million dollar smile of perfect white teeth….just seeing those lips part…caused me to burn a few heads by mistake…lets not talk about the brother having back…top and bottom…you could tell the gods made him from the mold of Zeus…if only…if only…I prayed…one word for Mr. Postman…undetectable!

Mr. Postman was always the topic of discussion…a hot topic…you know us black folks in beauty parlors…how we talk about our men…or the lack thereof

Hair burner happen to run into phine phine Mr. Postman at the grocers…and surprisingly Mr. Postman was social and pleasant...compared to his quiet demeanor and non existent conversation at the beauty shack…they ended up doing three isles shopping before they exchanged numbers…to say that hair burner was moist was an understatement…her tities were in a bunch…three days later they were at Bonefish over at Atlantic Station for an early dinner and a movie…on a date…the brotha was hitting on his side of the field…Hair burner is from the old school…a lady is a lady in the streets but between the sheets she’s a freak…

This ideal man, his ideal man lived up to all expectations until that moment… after three months of dating…hair burner couldn’t take it no longer…a brotha has to get some so he decided to give it up…before Mr. Postman started to look elsewhere….

Hair burner did it up with candles…wine…and a not to filling dinner...as dessert was the specialty to cap off the evening....in the background the melodic and sultry sounds of Natalie Cole “Ask a Woman who knows” compact disc filled his square footage over there in Camp Creek…this was a dream come true…dessert was served a la carte in flesh…

The passion for each other was there…however the dick was the length of my pinky finger…and couldn’t hit my spots…what a waste of a good man…my ideal man…

It went on for about six months…the sex wasn’t good…so he had to go…and eventually broke it off…

Hair burner found him a down low married slim brotha packing ten…who comes over twice a week as his schedule permits…pops in a porn…gives him Viagra …and let him work him self up “hard”… then he comes upstairs and handle all the spots hitting them expertly…

Now that’s something to be moist about…

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more." - J. K. Rowling

Hiatus is Over...

I've been MIA for two weeks...I was the ATL taking care of business...visiting family and friends...taking in independent films...and hitting the bars...I'm back now in the work world in this place where paper dictates my necessary needs...I have quite a few stories to tell ... so stay tuned...here's a lil catholic humor for Monday Blues...

The Nuns Enter Heaven

Three nuns died and visited St. Peter at the pearly gates. St. Peter said he would admit them if they each answer one question.

He turned to the first nun and asked, "Who was the first man?"

"Adam," the nun confidently replied.

The trumpets sounded and the angels sang as the gates swung open and she walked into heaven.

St. Peter turned to the second nun. "Who was the first woman?""Eve," she replied. The trumpets sounded and the angels sang.

Then St. Peter turned to the last nun. "What was the first thing Eve said to Adam?"

The nun paused for a moment. "Gee, that's a hard one!"

The trumpets sounded and the angels sang.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Friendship make prosperity more shining and lessens adversity by dividing and sharing it." - Cicero