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I think I understand now.... - 8/20/2008 7:18:52 PM

LookieNoNookie

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I went to a bar today...there's about 7 bars I occasion in the area (I spread them out....hopeful that the last time I was there was so long ago that no one remembers me, wants to talk to me...), I take my industry magazines, 2 or 3 file folders of docs that I truly want to dive in to....and I quietly ask for a drink, pick a table in a very shadowy corner....grab my calculator...and go about my business of figuring out how much money I'd make if I had control of half the planet, all the food, 80% of the cars and transportation....

And I read my magazines, occasionally look up as if I'd just discovered gold, I have my note pad next to me, 3 pens (just in case I do discover I'd just discovered gold....so I can calculate exactly how much money I'm about to make {knowing that no one else in the bar knows what gold is....and that I'm about to corner the market in same}...because...well....they're gonna want gold...and I'm about to own it all)....and then inevitably, no matter which bar I'm in, someone (men or women) wants to talk to me.

Because I'm alone, because I look studious, because I'm their type, because I look weak, because I look strong, because I'm shorter than they are...because I'm taller than they thought I was....because I'm wearing a pink shirt with a dark black jacket and I stand out, because I'm quiet....because I'm boisterous, because I look like their Dad...because I look exactly unlike their Dad....maybe I look like their Mom....

And tonight....I was hustled by a 60 year old woman.

One day before my 50th birthday.

Talk about a let down (no offense to all the 60 year old wimmens...it's just that I still think I'm 27...okay dammit....33).

My doctor....a personal friend, I have his home number, his cell, his pager....he's been my doctor for almost 20 years...I used to call him back in the mid 90's..."I'm in Los Angeles....it's horrible here....the smog is unbearable....I can barely breath....I need some Vicodins..."....and 20 minutes later in Harlem (or whatever the fuck place I was in Philly, NY, Miami, Alberta, Iowa)....I had Vicodins.

Or cough syrup that would make your head spin for a week (which, by the way...is fucking wonderful)....whatever....

He knew (and knows) me well enough to know I'd figure out how to get whatever I wanted...wherever I was....he'd rather he knew what I was doing...and that it was on his time, under his auspices.

I went and saw him about 7 years ago and told him "Bud....I'm a user...you know it...I know it....this ain't news....from today forward....anything stronger than aspirin....ain't for me...and unless my femur is sticking out of my left ear....whatever's on the non prescription counter is good enough for me".

I called him about a month ago from Orlando and told him I had a tooth ache...and I was considering (after having not slept for 3 days from the pain) raping a small concrete statue...and he sent me some Vicodins (on request).....he knew I was in pain just because I'd asked....and he asked me...."is this for real?"...I said (having not asked for 7+ years)..."Yep....I'm going to kill someone"....

I took one of those damn things (I used to take 12 of those fuckers in 3 hours and easily been capable of handling nuclear weapons) and I felt like I'd just taken off from a Florida launch pad.

3 minutes later...just because I knew me exceptionally well...I flushed those bastards down the toilet. (GAWWWWDD....if I was 23 again...I'd have beaten the shit out of myself just for that!!!!!).

So, anyway...back to the hustle.

So this chic comes over and sits down at my table. I'm quietly reading my stuff and I'm thinking...(of course, the gentleman that I am...I said nothing) "Uhmmmm....I'm just sitting here by myself....I have no idea who you are....I'd really like to continue this whole 'I'm by myself....I don't care to talk to you concept'...and she asks to hold my hand.

I said "Why?"...and she said "because I sense something about you".

Well, this did get my curiosity going....and she proceeded to tell me my fortune.

My past...and my future.

So, I'll leave it at that, other than to tell you...I left within 20 minutes...I now know my entire future....I'm not going to corner the market on gold....however....I also now know why men drink at home.

< Message edited by LookieNoNookie -- 8/20/2008 7:24:47 PM >