"Mom & Co."
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Chapter 3...."Innocence Lost" Being human, I dont recall much of the previous years,maybe due to all the pot my mom smoked,witch is perfectly fine with me for Iv'e never heard of pot directly causing death, or making one break into someone's house, steal all the gold or electronic's,take those to the"pot-house" to get more pot...I mean if a "pot head" was to attack something, it's prob a Box of Lil' Debbie's snacks,and if {ever} there was an injury,it's prob due to too much time on the PS4. In my well educated opinion {on this matter" WELL"} I feel we should march right up to the White House and demand Nation Wide Legalization,just think of the tax revenue, and all the damn dollars we'd as a whole could save , just on the war on drugs, hell use that pot busting money to say, the war on the damn Meth Epidemic, that has infected our country like the early sign's of the T virus{turns people into the living undead}At least these zombie's wont be able to bite us, for meth really takes a toll on people's{user's} teeth.I mean it's like athlete's foot has attacked the mouth!! LMAO !!!
Oh yeah, there we are, sorry folks as I got a little off track there,my lil life was pretty great, as it was as follows, wake up, piss mom off, she'd then drop me off at the shop, where Mr.C was, or with Granny J,and I'd spend most day's just playing away in the dirt, or shopping with Granny J, the Baytown Mall, back when they still had the fountain up,in the center of the food court, or as I would call it, Fat-court.Some days, J & I would go to her salon, listen to the latest gossip,& make the usual "Aww he's isss SOO CUTE", pinching my little cheek's looking like I broke into my granny's purse, and decorated my face in make up{not very particularly fond of the salon day's } Then we would hit the Basking Robbin's on Alexander Rd.for some ice creme,then head home.
Continued chapter 3
Those were the days I had spent with Granny J,and this to my recollection is the days spent with Mr.C.He would see all the trucks gone from their space of slumber,attended any issues that were detrimental to the safe operation,then head in the office\mobile home and pound the phone.While Mr.C was prospecting new jobs,contracts ,laying out the work plan,date's & time's of completion, I on the other hand was watching,"can you tell me how to get, how to get to", yeah, that's right Sesame Street."One bat,two bat's three bat's awh awh awh".After his morning shouting match{usually over money} we would head out to the pit,loading up into 'Ol Red, with his red book,and green book in tow,the green meant you're in the good, red meant you're in the bad.Upon entering the pit,I would jump out 'Ol Red, head towards the mountain of
material that's to end up under a new site,Mr.C would take his sample's,analyzing it, and a car, or truck would pull up, and a young twenty-something would hop out,Mr C . would either hand the sample to her, or they'ed enter 'Ol Red, & I would resume my dirt work, moving material to there from here.After thirty minute's or so {I was,in my lil mind ,mile's away}Pa would bellow out for my return.Hauling back to 'Ol Red,with my truck in hand, I one day asked about the "secretary" that just left his site and side, he'd change the subject asking me if I would not speak of it to anyone,and we would head off to the local Ice creme Shop,or eating joint,and I would dump all that happened into my hard drive mind,as to store it for a later date & time.Now, Dear friend and reader, this is all from the point of view of a small child, as I saw it happen,lived it,and my opinion on such, need I remind you of the "disclaimer" before mentioned in this the tale of me?So, moving on,the "secretary" would often meet up with us by "accident" joining us for a bite of lunch.As the days would pass on, more and more I would notice little{then}inequitable difference'es between my Pa's family, and the home life of my gene donor's, as the two families were drifting further and further apart from the once happy lil home's I was accustomed, to fighting at home and at the office\shop where I once would find peace and solitude , spoilage,an added serenity, for the evil that was to follow in the oncoming fertilizer known as my child-hood years.I was bout six in 1984,Alicia rolled to town, with a festival of lights,sound's of destruction abound,as I recall the minutes preceding the storm.Dad, coming home early,stating"there's a big one coming son, you watch out this window,and when you see the poles moving and waving round, you come tell me,ok?" "Ok dad",as I then was bouncing up battling for a better view, out of the window of my bedroom,the distance tween the two was winning.Growing ever so tired,I walked out into the court yard of our apartments,making my way around the left side of our building, past the parking lot,into the field,now littered with newer dwelling's,then empty lots awaiting their fate as the telephone poles' began to move in a circular motion,while the pole's past that were waving like a sea of wind torn grass.The wall I was holding on to, was waving like the ocean,clinging the wall as my anchor,you could feel the building breathe with the storm.I stood right there,in total awe, for the.strength was staggering.Never had I then seen anything so powerful,so destructive,yet I couldnt', wouldnt' move as Alicia was creeping overhead,and the roof was tearing off in sheets."Rickey, RICKY LYNN"dad runs out side screaming my name,for I must had slipped past him and mom as they were busy preparing the apt,filling the tub with water, dragging a mattress into the bath room."What in the hell are you doin? I asked you to watch out the window"." I was dad, but I couldnt see so good, so came outside to see better"."Boy you couldve got your self killed".We then headed in,just as the light's blew out,mom was fetching my sister,all four of us running to the retrenchment set up in our bathroom.The next brief moments were errant,and sounded like Godzilla was moving into our apartment.Then all was silent, once the scrimmage was over.Alicia had won,28-0.It wasnt until the next day, I had realized just how one sided the victory was.Tree's shattered across the roads,houses that were displaced all over my city.On Bayway, things were much worse,as homes were completely distraught ,or in most cases totally gone,and as for Mr.C's shop,not one shingle was touched,no tree's were massacred, we were one of the lucky few.As for the subdivision formerly known as Brownwood,it was split in half,over night,for Alicia had went all out, ending her path disseminated the once peaceful neighborhood,unleashing her full wrath upon it.All was good from my families' business point of view, as they made quite literately a ton of money in the weeks following Alicia,as the clean-up ensued,for the city & state officials hired many owner-operated companies to aid.So,this was also my sister's year of birth,and only a hand-full of tales' came to mind,Two in particular,the first, few months after Alicia, in our newly remodeled apt, mom had gotten us some Hershey's Chocolate,some to end up unaccounted for.Jackie asked me to go on a "treasure hunt",being the little explore'er I am,went on a mini safari.(in our apt)After two n a half hours of searching for the missing chocolate, I grew ever so bored with the hunt.Giving up, I called it good, went to our bedroom,playing hot wheel's,Mom, called for me" Lil Rickey,come here babe,I found something".I bolted off, towards the living-room area,to my surprise, mom siting on the couch pointing towards the hall-way I had just blown through. Retracing my flight,I noticed something on the floor,it resembled chocolate,Mom asked me "to check it out",so I did what every 6 yr.old would've done.I picked up that piece of supposed Hershey's goodness and shoved the whole damn thing into my mouth, as if I wasnt to recieve anymore.To my dismay, it WAS NOT chocolate,but a nice little present left by my Dad's pride n joy dog,who to my disapointment was not quite house broken.So moving on,the next summer, Mom,Bj and I were down at the pool,enjoying some beautiful Baytown summer weather.Mom's friend,and wife of a fellow employee,was chatting it up,over a certain funny smelling cigarette,discussing my moms' new found pregnancy,to come full circle by April. My little sister was only allowed to swim by the steps,and I was allowed to move freely around the pool, holding on the edge.Making my rounds,I noticed something a little odd, as my lil sis was there and then gone? Moving faster,and faster till I reached the starting line, Bj was not there.Mom and D was at the table,smoking and talking,but Bj was not where I had left her.In her place,was wadded up blonde hair floating around like the sea-weed,"MOM,MOMMA,MOMMY" I screamed catching her intoxicated attention,pulled my sister up by the hair of the head, from the depths of doom,were she was sure to drown.Mom scrambled over to us, snatched up Bj,and just as I thought all was lost, Bj spits up water,starts kicking and screaming.Alas, Bj did not drown .Later on in that day, Mom, high as hell, decided to do a cart-wheel into the pool,failing miserably.She later on at the hospital found out that my lil sibling was just fine,and she only broke her tail-bone.Wow,really? MOM? prego-cart-wheel's huh.Awesome.Few weeks later I recall my dad coming home early,and mom and dad figting all damn day,it was a typical stormy Baytown day,where sheets of moisture would roam in patterns across the landscape,drenching every thing.Im talking monsoon type shit.We clearly were not about to play outside for a month.At dinner,mom and dad were at about round 10,as she prepared breakfast for dinner,as dad sit, bitching from the couch,she yells at him that dinner was ready,several times I might add.We already ate,and had gone cause I knew not to make any trouble in troubled times,was in bed, holdin my little sister.As the fighting continued,it grew all too quiet.I snuck around the corner.Just as I got a peek, Dad comes running by me,
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Chapter 3 "Hello World"
So, dear and avid reader's, friends, family,who have givin me the pleasure of keeping up with this story.
Have you had enough back ground?Just wait here comes the better part, so please allow me to for-go in the account of my illustrious birth.So here we are , the time has now flew, as so often does,the year now is 1977, where eight tracks were king, Carter is president, and regular gas is 0.67 cents per gallon, the average income is 15,000 dollars a year, witch WAY back then was a lot of money,and my Grand Father was raking it in, as he was making plus that,monthly,for by then he had several trucks, and business is booming, well construction aspect anyhow. Jackie,and Droopy were married,mom was now "with child", she was now, newly wed at 18,and he 19.Droopy,still employed,as is most of the immediate family, by Mr.C.They struggled in a modest enough home, just off Cedar Bayou , in Baytown Tx. just a hop skip & a jump from Pa's shop. In between the route, was Brown Wood Subdivision, that was made up of nice homes, overlooking the bay, with some wooded area's along the drive,where I'm told,mom and dad would sneak off and enjoy each other's company, while jamming out to the newest "Eagle's", or "Bob Seager"or maybe even a little Dr. Hook" 8 track,and yes , a little wacky tobacky,and thus,I am conceived.Shortly after the marriage of my cell donor's,there was another union worth note.My dad's brother,Robbie,and my mom's sister,Sandy were joined forever in the eye's of our Lord. "Forever"a term that in this generation, is to my opinion short lived, as to where the average marriage last's only a very short while, as "we" have become lazy,inconsiderate human beings.Just reach out and hit the SELF DESTRUCT button.We would rather just destroy that what we "promised",and instead of fixing our broken,tattered relationships' we simply give up, or start over, begin a "new", not yet finished with the first or give our-selves time to properly heal. So YES Sister's married Brother's.{A common occurrence in the south so I'm told}I have never heard of it since,maybe because it's frowned upon,I Dont' Know,But I do know that NO RED NECKS were harmed in the making of me !!lol Both couples were to my knowledge,happily married,and at Wimpy's birthday party, held this year at "El Toro's" on BayWay Dr.celebrating the big twelve.The whole family was gathered,on this twenty-third day of April,1978,moms' water breaks,thus at seven something in the afternoon,at Jefferson Davis Hospital, and I am tossed out into this great big and then wonderful world. I was born with all 20 digit's, an even ten on my hands, and five toe's on each of my feet.{in case you were wondering}
So, dear and avid reader's, friends, family,who have givin me the pleasure of keeping up with this story.
Have you had enough back ground?Just wait here comes the better part, so please allow me to for-go in the account of my illustrious birth.So here we are , the time has now flew, as so often does,the year now is 1977, where eight tracks were king, Carter is president, and regular gas is 0.67 cents per gallon, the average income is 15,000 dollars a year, witch WAY back then was a lot of money,and my Grand Father was raking it in, as he was making plus that,monthly,for by then he had several trucks, and business is booming, well construction aspect anyhow. Jackie,and Droopy were married,mom was now "with child", she was now, newly wed at 18,and he 19.Droopy,still employed,as is most of the immediate family, by Mr.C.They struggled in a modest enough home, just off Cedar Bayou , in Baytown Tx. just a hop skip & a jump from Pa's shop. In between the route, was Brown Wood Subdivision, that was made up of nice homes, overlooking the bay, with some wooded area's along the drive,where I'm told,mom and dad would sneak off and enjoy each other's company, while jamming out to the newest "Eagle's", or "Bob Seager"or maybe even a little Dr. Hook" 8 track,and yes , a little wacky tobacky,and thus,I am conceived.Shortly after the marriage of my cell donor's,there was another union worth note.My dad's brother,Robbie,and my mom's sister,Sandy were joined forever in the eye's of our Lord. "Forever"a term that in this generation, is to my opinion short lived, as to where the average marriage last's only a very short while, as "we" have become lazy,inconsiderate human beings.Just reach out and hit the SELF DESTRUCT button.We would rather just destroy that what we "promised",and instead of fixing our broken,tattered relationships' we simply give up, or start over, begin a "new", not yet finished with the first or give our-selves time to properly heal. So YES Sister's married Brother's.{A common occurrence in the south so I'm told}I have never heard of it since,maybe because it's frowned upon,I Dont' Know,But I do know that NO RED NECKS were harmed in the making of me !!lol Both couples were to my knowledge,happily married,and at Wimpy's birthday party, held this year at "El Toro's" on BayWay Dr.celebrating the big twelve.The whole family was gathered,on this twenty-third day of April,1978,moms' water breaks,thus at seven something in the afternoon,at Jefferson Davis Hospital, and I am tossed out into this great big and then wonderful world. I was born with all 20 digit's, an even ten on my hands, and five toe's on each of my feet.{in case you were wondering}
continued Chapter 2...{ closing } "Family"
The two families,gathering when they could, and so on and so forth. Five or so years have passed,as children became teenager's,and one little tale rings a bell. Ricky,and "Hollywood" we shall call him,my father's cousin,who was visiting,got into a dispute and were at odds prob over something infantile, I'm sure,and as a result Mr.C made them parade down the damn street in drag. Yes, dressed up in a dress,not just in the house, or even in the yard,but down the Silver brook Road !! Not at all, alone as he made all wear them, and guess who was in the truck, just a honking,and carrying on? Yep, Mr.C, hootin & hollerin all the way.Every family on their Road, was a witness to the humiliating tactic my grandfather had constructed, custom fit to keep the"girls" quiet, and I 'm told worked well,for the time being, of course.Now take notes parents,for that over the top tatic holds no meaning, well for the three of them, for they still,TO THIS DAY, carry on like three mean ass kids, Be' be's kids don't even come close to the vicarious stunts that the "Three Amigo's" undertake in this, a time in they're lives that is so very close to retirement."Grown up's huh? Not my family for a more recent tale pops off the press'es.I call this one "The Three Stooges".On a peaceful morning, wind gently caress'es from the south,bit salty,as it is coming off the coast, as all three brother's were in my uncle Wimpy's boat,fresh shrimp in the cooler,just purchased from Tucker's Boat Launch, just to the south east side of the Port Of Houston Ship Channel,where the San Jacinto River dumps it's fair share of fluid into the bay.All set for a much deserved relaxing afternoon,as the trio make it to see each other only a couple times a year.Wimpy was at the helm of his newly purchased vessel,very nice and roomy I might add,Robbie was in the bow,as too equal out the weight,and Droopy was seated next to Wimpy as they made the journey to Wimpy's secret fishing spot, where the Red Fish come to feed quite regularly , for we all would all limit out in a short time each outing.Wimpy, who was speeding ,supposedly, to my dad's account,caught a sudden draft,ripping droopy's favorite fishing hat of his balding scalp, tossing it up into the air, finally came to rest in the aftermath of the wake directly behind them."Comon' wimpy, turn back n git my hat, please", Droopy say's,"No", Wimpy says,"I wanna Get to my spot, for anyone else get's there"."But that's my favorite fishin hat ,now GO GIT it"droopy replies, and a certain tone has now intruded into his pattern of speech.Wimpy was just the day before, bragging about his new Motorola phone, explaining the little gadgets that were upon it, and to his dismay, was about to be a short lived life of a certain phone, for as droopy asked One last time," Wimpy,Go Git MY DAMN HAT" NO YOU GO GIT YOUR HAT' demands Wimpy,right bout then Robbie says"co'mon drew & Wimp"and Together, in unison,STAY OUT OF IT,it's tween US" they cut Robbie off as they continue to revert back into child-hood.{at this point Im wondering just who in the hell is piloting the boat}Out of nowhere,Droopy, snatches the Poor defenseless Motorola from the confined space of Wimpy's shirt,and Wimpy let's go of the wheel,ensues"GIVE ME MY PHONE","GO GIT MY HAT",followed by "Give Back my phone" GIT MY HAT"at this time, Robbie swollen in only his little mule-lipped manner, prob, under his breath, muddling some sort of remarks,watches in disbelief as Droopy toss'es the victim into the dark salt infected water,kaplunk as my dad says,as it sank away.Now imagine this, dear friend, from the out-side looking in,three gown men, in a 20 something foot boat,arguing over a hat, phone,& the God giving right to a "peaceful" Sunday fishing trip, now turned into the "Three Stooge's "version of" W.W.E." on Friday night "Smack Down".Needless to say they all would loose, Wimpy now at the controls of the boat, resuming role of "El Captian" lines up his water craft, perfectly, as the prop, begins in one instant it's blender style of revenge upon Droopy's favorite fishing hat,as the remnants,came blowing out behind them, as Wimpy just murdered the hat, as Droopy just did the phone as if it was a witch in the Salem Witch Hunt! Droopy,laughing hysterically for the drowning of the "witch",Wimpy, for the "blending" of the hat, and Robbie as fishing trip "OVER" as the brother's headed back into port.So if you happen to be out & about in the San Jac. River, Port Of Houston area, and you stumble upon three men that resemble the "Stooge's" just fighting,and carrying on,stop on in and tell'em lil Ricky said "Hello"...lol
later Chapter 3...
The two families,gathering when they could, and so on and so forth. Five or so years have passed,as children became teenager's,and one little tale rings a bell. Ricky,and "Hollywood" we shall call him,my father's cousin,who was visiting,got into a dispute and were at odds prob over something infantile, I'm sure,and as a result Mr.C made them parade down the damn street in drag. Yes, dressed up in a dress,not just in the house, or even in the yard,but down the Silver brook Road !! Not at all, alone as he made all wear them, and guess who was in the truck, just a honking,and carrying on? Yep, Mr.C, hootin & hollerin all the way.Every family on their Road, was a witness to the humiliating tactic my grandfather had constructed, custom fit to keep the"girls" quiet, and I 'm told worked well,for the time being, of course.Now take notes parents,for that over the top tatic holds no meaning, well for the three of them, for they still,TO THIS DAY, carry on like three mean ass kids, Be' be's kids don't even come close to the vicarious stunts that the "Three Amigo's" undertake in this, a time in they're lives that is so very close to retirement."Grown up's huh? Not my family for a more recent tale pops off the press'es.I call this one "The Three Stooges".On a peaceful morning, wind gently caress'es from the south,bit salty,as it is coming off the coast, as all three brother's were in my uncle Wimpy's boat,fresh shrimp in the cooler,just purchased from Tucker's Boat Launch, just to the south east side of the Port Of Houston Ship Channel,where the San Jacinto River dumps it's fair share of fluid into the bay.All set for a much deserved relaxing afternoon,as the trio make it to see each other only a couple times a year.Wimpy was at the helm of his newly purchased vessel,very nice and roomy I might add,Robbie was in the bow,as too equal out the weight,and Droopy was seated next to Wimpy as they made the journey to Wimpy's secret fishing spot, where the Red Fish come to feed quite regularly , for we all would all limit out in a short time each outing.Wimpy, who was speeding ,supposedly, to my dad's account,caught a sudden draft,ripping droopy's favorite fishing hat of his balding scalp, tossing it up into the air, finally came to rest in the aftermath of the wake directly behind them."Comon' wimpy, turn back n git my hat, please", Droopy say's,"No", Wimpy says,"I wanna Get to my spot, for anyone else get's there"."But that's my favorite fishin hat ,now GO GIT it"droopy replies, and a certain tone has now intruded into his pattern of speech.Wimpy was just the day before, bragging about his new Motorola phone, explaining the little gadgets that were upon it, and to his dismay, was about to be a short lived life of a certain phone, for as droopy asked One last time," Wimpy,Go Git MY DAMN HAT" NO YOU GO GIT YOUR HAT' demands Wimpy,right bout then Robbie says"co'mon drew & Wimp"and Together, in unison,STAY OUT OF IT,it's tween US" they cut Robbie off as they continue to revert back into child-hood.{at this point Im wondering just who in the hell is piloting the boat}Out of nowhere,Droopy, snatches the Poor defenseless Motorola from the confined space of Wimpy's shirt,and Wimpy let's go of the wheel,ensues"GIVE ME MY PHONE","GO GIT MY HAT",followed by "Give Back my phone" GIT MY HAT"at this time, Robbie swollen in only his little mule-lipped manner, prob, under his breath, muddling some sort of remarks,watches in disbelief as Droopy toss'es the victim into the dark salt infected water,kaplunk as my dad says,as it sank away.Now imagine this, dear friend, from the out-side looking in,three gown men, in a 20 something foot boat,arguing over a hat, phone,& the God giving right to a "peaceful" Sunday fishing trip, now turned into the "Three Stooge's "version of" W.W.E." on Friday night "Smack Down".Needless to say they all would loose, Wimpy now at the controls of the boat, resuming role of "El Captian" lines up his water craft, perfectly, as the prop, begins in one instant it's blender style of revenge upon Droopy's favorite fishing hat,as the remnants,came blowing out behind them, as Wimpy just murdered the hat, as Droopy just did the phone as if it was a witch in the Salem Witch Hunt! Droopy,laughing hysterically for the drowning of the "witch",Wimpy, for the "blending" of the hat, and Robbie as fishing trip "OVER" as the brother's headed back into port.So if you happen to be out & about in the San Jac. River, Port Of Houston area, and you stumble upon three men that resemble the "Stooge's" just fighting,and carrying on,stop on in and tell'em lil Ricky said "Hello"...lol
later Chapter 3...
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Chapter 2 "Family"
Things were not all ways that bad as I reminisce upon crouching on the front deck of my gran-father's porch .Im now taking you on a tedious fun ,fact filled journey into the abyss of my feckless exit of childhood.
I had just finished dumping my last load of sand ,out of my over worked,under paid Tonka Truck,and was calling it a day,as I was the operator, driver & mechanic for a company Davis Dump Truck Service {jr}. llc, just like my dad,and his before him.Right as I parked my Mack{tonka} truck next to the steps,Granny J { we shall call her } was saying"Lil Ricky,come on in hunn, they're bout to be here,And I got you a lil somthing". Now you listened to this woman cause she makes the Worlds best Strawberry cake,and the last thing you want to do is piss her off,For there was about to be twelve,thirteen tired hungry truck driver's pouring in that front door, from where the sweet aroma came running out,and slapped you right in the face, just like on those old "Tom & Jerry" cartoon's,and her strawberry cake on pay-day was legendary.Just then a convoy of Mack trucks roared their way into the yard,clawing over the limestone driveway, searching for a comfy spot to rest for the evening.Right behind them dogs was my Gran-Pa's red Ford pick up. Mr. C was parking his old red , directly in front of the gate, that reached across the limestone,splitting it in half,with razor wire from the Livingston prison site,stretched through the top. As Mr.C got out, he pull up his pants,cause us Davis's have a curse,the droopy ass curse,and I guess we never really thought to buy a damn belt,well not for work anyhow, splash his brow with some of that cologne R.L. Chaps or as he called it" Liquid Panti-Dropper".With that done,he'd reach in, grab his paperwork and the envelope ,wallet, and march into the dinning room. id be waiting in the waiting room\living room, till he was seated.Granny J would then hand him a glass of iced milk,with banana's cut up in it.Yes this was his routine, come home on Friday, sit in "his" chair, write & hand out the payroll,all the while sipping on lactating cow fluid,iced,& intruded with chopped up nanna's.{ call it a red-neck smoothie,Im just sayin}Once he had his first taste of smoothie,Id' climb up into his lap, careful not to get in his way of the giant calculator thingy,the one withe the drawing paper coming out, cause he was about to be just a yelling and screemin with out me interferein'.The driver's were usually in the living room,waiting for Pa to call'em in,as they'd wait were usually discussing their day or week, ending up in an argument,over what driver was the best at whatever,or who had the most loads.When the fighting began,One driver in particular,Flop,a Gigantic man of 6'4",and carried the weight of roughly triple the average human, would spill out the latest greatest joke, the result,all of them laughing hysterically,my favorite driver of them all,well spoken, and I believe he did a few years in the pen. Did not matter to me, cause to me, he did no wrong. Flop was a people person,and his jokes are what kept all the tension at bay. By now Pa was ready and he'd call the first one in, and I would give them the stink eye,as well as a California howdy, flipping the bird to each and every one of "em ,as they were the reason Pa was soo mad all the time,either fuel bill,or mechanical issues, being late,and of course they'd be gettin into his wallet,I did not like that .Mr. C and Granny J had four kids,my Aunt Mary,Uncle Robbie,my dad{Ricky Sr.}and uncle Randy. Randy was the youngest of them,only 12 when I came out, was givin the handle Wimpy.Ricky,was the middle child,the handle Droopy was his,and Robbie the eldest boy, Bubba or just Bub, { continued tomorrow folks} sorry I have kiddos here and every time I go to write,something seems to just scream at them as to disrupt my creative process....
Cont. Chapter 2 "Family"
as we often called him,whom would all ways be the first one in,as to get the closest spot to park next to his dog,and the house trailer\office.Now my Aunt Mary,and her husband Jr,had married young,and had aquired a couple of Mack dump trucks,all in perfect running order,and was all ways turning wrenches on something,most of the time for Mr.C,with the help of Wimpy&Droopy right at his side,and of course Bub,as support,or to agitate I can never decide witch.My Dad, was most regularly last,as he would strive to be the best at this world of dirt work,in every aspect of the business of Mack Fanatic Family we have through Mr.C we have become accustomed to,or accessory as you will learn, dear and avid reader,all in due time.
This was how my Friday's were spent,as best as I can account,my routine,my imaginative childhood .
On my Mom's side of the chromosome pool,was my Grand-Pa Glenn Conner,he was the youngest of six was born in South Eastern Arkansas,a farmer's life,the way he was raised,farmer bred,a life you can hang your hat on,through and through.He and Granny Shirley {who was born on Black Friday,Im' told} married,and had four children.First in line was Jerry,He to my recollection was a Army Vet,cool calm laid back,all ways seemed to be lost in translation about something of importance most with a certain left handed cigarette in tow.He was a regular comedian after a couple of those,and a twelve-pack or two
Continued in a while..
"Family"
in him.Next came my mom,Jackie. Mom had all-ways been a sickly child,as far as she can recall as breathing oxygen is relatively easy ,and normal for us,was a major chore for her.Arkansas is no place to be back then, where time still seems to forget the small farming communities,not like the "Big Cities that litter our country in much of the U.S. to this day, most of those small towns get by seemingly unscathed as the decades roll on,especially in the spring,and harvest time,as the crops are murdered,thus sending their own brand of mutiny into the air,causing all with allergies and asthma to live a very infectious life.That child-hood had to be just horrible for her,as all thought she was just "faking it" to get out of work in the fields,as many of the child-labor driver's {parents} are expectant of their off-spring,thus Mom was treated like a snake in a Sunday school.Then comes Sandy,all ways in the "know" as she pretty much keeps tabs on the whole family,and not just the one's mentioned.Sandy is the first in line if any one needs something,she's the binding glue that keep's all of us "Books" together.Weather it's a time of need, or just a hug, or a hot meal,she does this with out thought of self,a trait most uncommon in these times. Last and not least there's Dee.Now mentioning him, there is only one story I've got of him that just jumps off the pages of my mind,and demands that I tell it, so one fate full evening, while pulling over time on a whisky binge { HELLO Charlie Sheen} decided to hold a destruction derby, where the only contestants were him & his car, and a Dairy Queen's front entrance.His girl had locked him out,and Dee wanting to make up with Sharron, decided to make his own drive thru,Making it "nearly" impossible to forgive him,YES Sharron did,she took him back, cause nothing say's I Love You like totaling your car into a girl's place of employment. Now this is about to get Very interesting dear and avid reader's.Chester and J, and their four children had moved to Dallas, right off Silver Brook rd.down the street a few blocks from Granny Shirley,and Pa Pa Glenn's family of four.Back then, in the Late sixties both families knew of each other's live's not like the "now" times,where you dont even know your cookie-cutter dweller's two cheaply "custom" built thrown together ready made homes over.Looking into the future here, I begin to wonder just how long these "homes" are going to last , to the true test of time,most homes worth having were built back when people actually take pride in their craft,those homes are still standing..Back to the story now,they all knew each other went to school, attended the usual parties etc.
Things were not all ways that bad as I reminisce upon crouching on the front deck of my gran-father's porch .Im now taking you on a tedious fun ,fact filled journey into the abyss of my feckless exit of childhood.
I had just finished dumping my last load of sand ,out of my over worked,under paid Tonka Truck,and was calling it a day,as I was the operator, driver & mechanic for a company Davis Dump Truck Service {jr}. llc, just like my dad,and his before him.Right as I parked my Mack{tonka} truck next to the steps,Granny J { we shall call her } was saying"Lil Ricky,come on in hunn, they're bout to be here,And I got you a lil somthing". Now you listened to this woman cause she makes the Worlds best Strawberry cake,and the last thing you want to do is piss her off,For there was about to be twelve,thirteen tired hungry truck driver's pouring in that front door, from where the sweet aroma came running out,and slapped you right in the face, just like on those old "Tom & Jerry" cartoon's,and her strawberry cake on pay-day was legendary.Just then a convoy of Mack trucks roared their way into the yard,clawing over the limestone driveway, searching for a comfy spot to rest for the evening.Right behind them dogs was my Gran-Pa's red Ford pick up. Mr. C was parking his old red , directly in front of the gate, that reached across the limestone,splitting it in half,with razor wire from the Livingston prison site,stretched through the top. As Mr.C got out, he pull up his pants,cause us Davis's have a curse,the droopy ass curse,and I guess we never really thought to buy a damn belt,well not for work anyhow, splash his brow with some of that cologne R.L. Chaps or as he called it" Liquid Panti-Dropper".With that done,he'd reach in, grab his paperwork and the envelope ,wallet, and march into the dinning room. id be waiting in the waiting room\living room, till he was seated.Granny J would then hand him a glass of iced milk,with banana's cut up in it.Yes this was his routine, come home on Friday, sit in "his" chair, write & hand out the payroll,all the while sipping on lactating cow fluid,iced,& intruded with chopped up nanna's.{ call it a red-neck smoothie,Im just sayin}Once he had his first taste of smoothie,Id' climb up into his lap, careful not to get in his way of the giant calculator thingy,the one withe the drawing paper coming out, cause he was about to be just a yelling and screemin with out me interferein'.The driver's were usually in the living room,waiting for Pa to call'em in,as they'd wait were usually discussing their day or week, ending up in an argument,over what driver was the best at whatever,or who had the most loads.When the fighting began,One driver in particular,Flop,a Gigantic man of 6'4",and carried the weight of roughly triple the average human, would spill out the latest greatest joke, the result,all of them laughing hysterically,my favorite driver of them all,well spoken, and I believe he did a few years in the pen. Did not matter to me, cause to me, he did no wrong. Flop was a people person,and his jokes are what kept all the tension at bay. By now Pa was ready and he'd call the first one in, and I would give them the stink eye,as well as a California howdy, flipping the bird to each and every one of "em ,as they were the reason Pa was soo mad all the time,either fuel bill,or mechanical issues, being late,and of course they'd be gettin into his wallet,I did not like that .Mr. C and Granny J had four kids,my Aunt Mary,Uncle Robbie,my dad{Ricky Sr.}and uncle Randy. Randy was the youngest of them,only 12 when I came out, was givin the handle Wimpy.Ricky,was the middle child,the handle Droopy was his,and Robbie the eldest boy, Bubba or just Bub, { continued tomorrow folks} sorry I have kiddos here and every time I go to write,something seems to just scream at them as to disrupt my creative process....
Cont. Chapter 2 "Family"
as we often called him,whom would all ways be the first one in,as to get the closest spot to park next to his dog,and the house trailer\office.Now my Aunt Mary,and her husband Jr,had married young,and had aquired a couple of Mack dump trucks,all in perfect running order,and was all ways turning wrenches on something,most of the time for Mr.C,with the help of Wimpy&Droopy right at his side,and of course Bub,as support,or to agitate I can never decide witch.My Dad, was most regularly last,as he would strive to be the best at this world of dirt work,in every aspect of the business of Mack Fanatic Family we have through Mr.C we have become accustomed to,or accessory as you will learn, dear and avid reader,all in due time.
This was how my Friday's were spent,as best as I can account,my routine,my imaginative childhood .
On my Mom's side of the chromosome pool,was my Grand-Pa Glenn Conner,he was the youngest of six was born in South Eastern Arkansas,a farmer's life,the way he was raised,farmer bred,a life you can hang your hat on,through and through.He and Granny Shirley {who was born on Black Friday,Im' told} married,and had four children.First in line was Jerry,He to my recollection was a Army Vet,cool calm laid back,all ways seemed to be lost in translation about something of importance most with a certain left handed cigarette in tow.He was a regular comedian after a couple of those,and a twelve-pack or two
Continued in a while..
"Family"
in him.Next came my mom,Jackie. Mom had all-ways been a sickly child,as far as she can recall as breathing oxygen is relatively easy ,and normal for us,was a major chore for her.Arkansas is no place to be back then, where time still seems to forget the small farming communities,not like the "Big Cities that litter our country in much of the U.S. to this day, most of those small towns get by seemingly unscathed as the decades roll on,especially in the spring,and harvest time,as the crops are murdered,thus sending their own brand of mutiny into the air,causing all with allergies and asthma to live a very infectious life.That child-hood had to be just horrible for her,as all thought she was just "faking it" to get out of work in the fields,as many of the child-labor driver's {parents} are expectant of their off-spring,thus Mom was treated like a snake in a Sunday school.Then comes Sandy,all ways in the "know" as she pretty much keeps tabs on the whole family,and not just the one's mentioned.Sandy is the first in line if any one needs something,she's the binding glue that keep's all of us "Books" together.Weather it's a time of need, or just a hug, or a hot meal,she does this with out thought of self,a trait most uncommon in these times. Last and not least there's Dee.Now mentioning him, there is only one story I've got of him that just jumps off the pages of my mind,and demands that I tell it, so one fate full evening, while pulling over time on a whisky binge { HELLO Charlie Sheen} decided to hold a destruction derby, where the only contestants were him & his car, and a Dairy Queen's front entrance.His girl had locked him out,and Dee wanting to make up with Sharron, decided to make his own drive thru,Making it "nearly" impossible to forgive him,YES Sharron did,she took him back, cause nothing say's I Love You like totaling your car into a girl's place of employment. Now this is about to get Very interesting dear and avid reader's.Chester and J, and their four children had moved to Dallas, right off Silver Brook rd.down the street a few blocks from Granny Shirley,and Pa Pa Glenn's family of four.Back then, in the Late sixties both families knew of each other's live's not like the "now" times,where you dont even know your cookie-cutter dweller's two cheaply "custom" built thrown together ready made homes over.Looking into the future here, I begin to wonder just how long these "homes" are going to last , to the true test of time,most homes worth having were built back when people actually take pride in their craft,those homes are still standing..Back to the story now,they all knew each other went to school, attended the usual parties etc.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Greeting,& General Over-view...
First Installment....
{by the way,any grammatical error's are intentional,as to add the effect of my southern heritage}
First, To all who have helped me reach this point, no names shall be posted, or thrown out there, as you know who you are & what you've done & I sincerely thank you .Second,I will be posting on here daily continuing stories,updates' concerning my"Creative Meandering's" if you will, & I would hope to enlighten or inspire possibly amuse the masses.Third,If you happen to agree or disagree with the contents of this, all comments are welcome,although,YOU & Only YOU have the right to exit,& not to visit this blog again & I strongly encourage you do so, for the mind is a horrible thing to waste, so go waste it elsewhere. " Mom & Co."
Introduction
The year is 1978....
The Bee Gee's are on the dance floors with "Saturday Night Fever".Your living-room is being invaded by the alien Robin Williams{Mork} on Mork & Mindy{nanoo,nanoo}The kiddo's were probably playing a board game Hungry,Hungry Hippo's,while eating their T.V. dinners.Mr Marlon Brando was paid 14 million{all too generous} dollars for his role as superman's father, for just 10 minutes of screen time.Stop right there dear friend and avid reader.We still at this time have starving,homeless children in our own country and yet we can pay 14 million dollars to an actor for ten minutes of film? FAIL !! Anyway,continue,please..The New York Yankees & Dallas Cowboys were champions in their right,as they are on top..again FAIL. In my{uneducated}opinion Our "celebrities" actor's,actress's,sports personalities are WAY OVER PAID for our entertainment.Shall we say focus on the real issues here, like feeding,clothing,sheltering our people?
And on the frightening & dark side of the moon{where I reside}.....
Jim Jones convinced his "followers" to drink the grape Kool-Aid,killing 910 people,the "twinkie" defense made it's diabolical debut as Mr. White commits murder, and get's away with it,due to" Diminished Mental Capacity" as a direct result of ingesting those wonderful creme filled delights...??What The Fuck??
Last but not least the great late John Belushi's "National Lampoon's Animal House" quote"My advice to you is to start drinking heavily"must have been taken quite literally by my mother, for she married my father,and was "with child" from September '77 to April '78 when I was forced out into this pre-apocalyptic world of plugged in plastic living dead- fake ass existence we now call "life"..Who of you have been out,perhaps to dinner, or the park,& was really all alone even tho you are surrounded by folks who are too busy with their machines' to enjoy what is truly our's to enjoy?? Had to pause for the latest update on the status of {who gives a shit} Jo Shmo,or talking with some one is isn't even listening to "our" conversation? Really, unplug people, get out and enjoy life,for it may come at any moment to a sudden end. For some reason Im' attached to{ in opinion}the greatest American novelist of my time,very possibly ALL time, Stephen King. My mom's copy of "The Shinning" was on our coffee table'as were many of his works were,as mom would read it to me as an "any-time story".For her effort, and his as well, this little piece of Americana just wouldnt' be possible.......
If you think this is one hell'uva way to start one's life, read on dear friend, and avid reader, read on. "Into The Middle Of Hell" Chapter 1
It was a cold stormy day,as the wind was rushing in from the north,typical for a mid winter Texas afternoon.The three tone grey primer Chevy truck grumbled it's way toward me through the coral of cars,as it did, my whole body quivered in agony from the unholy hatred I have developed for it's inhuman occupant.As it rattled even closer,one could see the gulf-coast cancer dancing it's way to the white stripe's that littered the coral for vehicles, all the while the beast of a vehicle struggled for a finer air-fuel ratio.Knowing my ass was done for, as only the guilty party must all ways do, headed towards the gallows, yet another note from the principle's office,expelling me,for three days,once again, for fighting . I then noticed exactly how big this had become, for mom wasnt driving,"HE" was,as then the beast came to a stop,"Yep, Im the one whose gonna git your ass this time,right", he mouthed the words faster than his intoxicated mind could compute. "Yes sir" I spat out even faster, thus rudely cutting him off,as I chucked my Cowboys book bag into the back of his pride & joy rust bucket,wishing it would somehow hinder it's ability to function,then adding"dont matter,cause mom's just gonna get me again,so whats your damn hurry?"While climbing into this my chamber of death,wiping the tears away from my face,I felt the sun break free of their prison as if for a moment, to give me a sudden burst of encouragement.If Id only known the tragic events that were to transpire later on in this ill fated day,I wouldve kept my 11 year old mouth shut, but momma was from the south,and face it,southern women had somthing to say for about every occasion,so I kept 'em coming. Round the third or fourth one,"WHAP", right into the gaping hole that was just before pouring them out.As the ballet of blood had begun to form a pool on the all ready disturbingly stained seat,I drug my sleeve across my gaping hole,smearing more than wiping the dancer's around,"My dad's gonna have YOUR ass for that one", then WHAP, WHAP WHAP!! He replied with his lil sinister grin"Your daddy and momma dont care ,boy,and you aint saying shit,specially if your mouth's all fucked up,Hell tell 'em I did that too","I WILL ASSHOLE", was my response,as I swung first, perhaps as to catch him off his game,gain the edge and the fight was on before we even made it out of the Elementary school parking-lot.At about ten,ten thirty,the real shit starts to happen. Finally allowed freedom from " my prison",the corner,as a part of my three phase punishment ,1:Buck-naked ass whipping, 2: first offender's class for 6 weeks, 3: the "prison" for 6 months,eat sleep,read was all I could do, while incarcerated & I was allowed to go to the bath room,when they thought I should go. If only parents cared as much as my mom, there would be a lot more space for convicts in the prison system.Mom cracks opens their bedroom door yelling "Ricky lynn,get your scrawny ass in the fuckin bathroom,do the washer-dryer thing,get in the tub,and get your ass in the god-damned corner.""Yess Mamm" I cried making my way to the narrow confines of the hall, she starts off again " Im going to the store so you better not give "him" anymore trouble".Yesss Mamm, I wont" was my reply.Passing their room, the smaller of the two,for my sister,brother and I shared the bigger one,and their's only consists of a California King size mattress,on the floor,and one very large,very suspect up-right tool box,craftsman as I distinctly recall,upon it was a shade-less lamp,which lit up the whole room.The bathroom, way small for a family of five,had a counter and sink on the right,washer dryer to the left, a little further in was the yellow toilet, all matching set,snugged between the counter and shower tub combo.As I started the do the perpetual cycle known as laundry ,I went ahead and started the water for my bath, I dropped the pliers we used to turn the water on into their watery grave as they did, made a loud "kerplunk" sound as they fell,"You better not be playin around in there boy or Im coming in,this time with a belt !!" " Im not I swear momma" I began to plead.Then I heard the beast starting up, all was quiet for a while.Now I recall taking off my shirt,only after taking out a fresh pair of Scooby - doo's,and a tee shirt that I was to wear to bed,in my "prison".I noticed the clothes were kinda damp,so I re-started the dryer,not all the way just a quarter, so as not to waste electricity like mom had said,and had began to remove my pants once again I might add, was naked except for my under wear.Now If you have a weak stomach just skip ahead to the next chapter,for its's kin of fuzzy but I'll do the best I can,!!YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!Kneeling over the tub to check the temp and level, I noticed something deranged out of the area of sight known as the peripheral,a man,tall and drugged out skinny, with panti-hose sheltered eyes,and smothered in dragon tat's head to toe,a horrific sight.I froze in fear for he I did not recognize, naked with the exception of the dragons' that flew across his canvass.I then felt a smashing sensation across my upper neck and jaw,as I flew up into the unknown,then down onto the counter,and came to rest upon the warm dryer.{remember,you were warned}Next he removed my Scooby-doo's by ripping them off from behind, something all too familiar in this my little fucked up reality I then called my life,and my Scoobies came to rest in the still then running water of the tub.Still behind me insuring his control of my person,applies a rear naked choke hold{aptly named}as if to put me to sleep, only loosening up his vice to keep me conscious.Now I felt a rip deep in between my thighs that made me want to rid my body of it's dinner contents,as the next brief minutes can only be described as humiliating,and went by rather quickly.I do remember distinctly the dragon's flexing and relaxing on his left arm as he forced himself deeper and harder,faster and faster bull dozing me against the unlevel warm dryer,making a ka plunk, ka plunk ka plunk sound, faster,and harder,faster and harder and faster until.....
Tomorrow ...... Chapter 2
{by the way,any grammatical error's are intentional,as to add the effect of my southern heritage}
First, To all who have helped me reach this point, no names shall be posted, or thrown out there, as you know who you are & what you've done & I sincerely thank you .Second,I will be posting on here daily continuing stories,updates' concerning my"Creative Meandering's" if you will, & I would hope to enlighten or inspire possibly amuse the masses.Third,If you happen to agree or disagree with the contents of this, all comments are welcome,although,YOU & Only YOU have the right to exit,& not to visit this blog again & I strongly encourage you do so, for the mind is a horrible thing to waste, so go waste it elsewhere. " Mom & Co."
Introduction
The year is 1978....
The Bee Gee's are on the dance floors with "Saturday Night Fever".Your living-room is being invaded by the alien Robin Williams{Mork} on Mork & Mindy{nanoo,nanoo}The kiddo's were probably playing a board game Hungry,Hungry Hippo's,while eating their T.V. dinners.Mr Marlon Brando was paid 14 million{all too generous} dollars for his role as superman's father, for just 10 minutes of screen time.Stop right there dear friend and avid reader.We still at this time have starving,homeless children in our own country and yet we can pay 14 million dollars to an actor for ten minutes of film? FAIL !! Anyway,continue,please..The New York Yankees & Dallas Cowboys were champions in their right,as they are on top..again FAIL. In my{uneducated}opinion Our "celebrities" actor's,actress's,sports personalities are WAY OVER PAID for our entertainment.Shall we say focus on the real issues here, like feeding,clothing,sheltering our people?
And on the frightening & dark side of the moon{where I reside}.....
Jim Jones convinced his "followers" to drink the grape Kool-Aid,killing 910 people,the "twinkie" defense made it's diabolical debut as Mr. White commits murder, and get's away with it,due to" Diminished Mental Capacity" as a direct result of ingesting those wonderful creme filled delights...??What The Fuck??
Last but not least the great late John Belushi's "National Lampoon's Animal House" quote"My advice to you is to start drinking heavily"must have been taken quite literally by my mother, for she married my father,and was "with child" from September '77 to April '78 when I was forced out into this pre-apocalyptic world of plugged in plastic living dead- fake ass existence we now call "life"..Who of you have been out,perhaps to dinner, or the park,& was really all alone even tho you are surrounded by folks who are too busy with their machines' to enjoy what is truly our's to enjoy?? Had to pause for the latest update on the status of {who gives a shit} Jo Shmo,or talking with some one is isn't even listening to "our" conversation? Really, unplug people, get out and enjoy life,for it may come at any moment to a sudden end. For some reason Im' attached to{ in opinion}the greatest American novelist of my time,very possibly ALL time, Stephen King. My mom's copy of "The Shinning" was on our coffee table'as were many of his works were,as mom would read it to me as an "any-time story".For her effort, and his as well, this little piece of Americana just wouldnt' be possible.......
If you think this is one hell'uva way to start one's life, read on dear friend, and avid reader, read on. "Into The Middle Of Hell" Chapter 1
It was a cold stormy day,as the wind was rushing in from the north,typical for a mid winter Texas afternoon.The three tone grey primer Chevy truck grumbled it's way toward me through the coral of cars,as it did, my whole body quivered in agony from the unholy hatred I have developed for it's inhuman occupant.As it rattled even closer,one could see the gulf-coast cancer dancing it's way to the white stripe's that littered the coral for vehicles, all the while the beast of a vehicle struggled for a finer air-fuel ratio.Knowing my ass was done for, as only the guilty party must all ways do, headed towards the gallows, yet another note from the principle's office,expelling me,for three days,once again, for fighting . I then noticed exactly how big this had become, for mom wasnt driving,"HE" was,as then the beast came to a stop,"Yep, Im the one whose gonna git your ass this time,right", he mouthed the words faster than his intoxicated mind could compute. "Yes sir" I spat out even faster, thus rudely cutting him off,as I chucked my Cowboys book bag into the back of his pride & joy rust bucket,wishing it would somehow hinder it's ability to function,then adding"dont matter,cause mom's just gonna get me again,so whats your damn hurry?"While climbing into this my chamber of death,wiping the tears away from my face,I felt the sun break free of their prison as if for a moment, to give me a sudden burst of encouragement.If Id only known the tragic events that were to transpire later on in this ill fated day,I wouldve kept my 11 year old mouth shut, but momma was from the south,and face it,southern women had somthing to say for about every occasion,so I kept 'em coming. Round the third or fourth one,"WHAP", right into the gaping hole that was just before pouring them out.As the ballet of blood had begun to form a pool on the all ready disturbingly stained seat,I drug my sleeve across my gaping hole,smearing more than wiping the dancer's around,"My dad's gonna have YOUR ass for that one", then WHAP, WHAP WHAP!! He replied with his lil sinister grin"Your daddy and momma dont care ,boy,and you aint saying shit,specially if your mouth's all fucked up,Hell tell 'em I did that too","I WILL ASSHOLE", was my response,as I swung first, perhaps as to catch him off his game,gain the edge and the fight was on before we even made it out of the Elementary school parking-lot.At about ten,ten thirty,the real shit starts to happen. Finally allowed freedom from " my prison",the corner,as a part of my three phase punishment ,1:Buck-naked ass whipping, 2: first offender's class for 6 weeks, 3: the "prison" for 6 months,eat sleep,read was all I could do, while incarcerated & I was allowed to go to the bath room,when they thought I should go. If only parents cared as much as my mom, there would be a lot more space for convicts in the prison system.Mom cracks opens their bedroom door yelling "Ricky lynn,get your scrawny ass in the fuckin bathroom,do the washer-dryer thing,get in the tub,and get your ass in the god-damned corner.""Yess Mamm" I cried making my way to the narrow confines of the hall, she starts off again " Im going to the store so you better not give "him" anymore trouble".Yesss Mamm, I wont" was my reply.Passing their room, the smaller of the two,for my sister,brother and I shared the bigger one,and their's only consists of a California King size mattress,on the floor,and one very large,very suspect up-right tool box,craftsman as I distinctly recall,upon it was a shade-less lamp,which lit up the whole room.The bathroom, way small for a family of five,had a counter and sink on the right,washer dryer to the left, a little further in was the yellow toilet, all matching set,snugged between the counter and shower tub combo.As I started the do the perpetual cycle known as laundry ,I went ahead and started the water for my bath, I dropped the pliers we used to turn the water on into their watery grave as they did, made a loud "kerplunk" sound as they fell,"You better not be playin around in there boy or Im coming in,this time with a belt !!" " Im not I swear momma" I began to plead.Then I heard the beast starting up, all was quiet for a while.Now I recall taking off my shirt,only after taking out a fresh pair of Scooby - doo's,and a tee shirt that I was to wear to bed,in my "prison".I noticed the clothes were kinda damp,so I re-started the dryer,not all the way just a quarter, so as not to waste electricity like mom had said,and had began to remove my pants once again I might add, was naked except for my under wear.Now If you have a weak stomach just skip ahead to the next chapter,for its's kin of fuzzy but I'll do the best I can,!!YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!Kneeling over the tub to check the temp and level, I noticed something deranged out of the area of sight known as the peripheral,a man,tall and drugged out skinny, with panti-hose sheltered eyes,and smothered in dragon tat's head to toe,a horrific sight.I froze in fear for he I did not recognize, naked with the exception of the dragons' that flew across his canvass.I then felt a smashing sensation across my upper neck and jaw,as I flew up into the unknown,then down onto the counter,and came to rest upon the warm dryer.{remember,you were warned}Next he removed my Scooby-doo's by ripping them off from behind, something all too familiar in this my little fucked up reality I then called my life,and my Scoobies came to rest in the still then running water of the tub.Still behind me insuring his control of my person,applies a rear naked choke hold{aptly named}as if to put me to sleep, only loosening up his vice to keep me conscious.Now I felt a rip deep in between my thighs that made me want to rid my body of it's dinner contents,as the next brief minutes can only be described as humiliating,and went by rather quickly.I do remember distinctly the dragon's flexing and relaxing on his left arm as he forced himself deeper and harder,faster and faster bull dozing me against the unlevel warm dryer,making a ka plunk, ka plunk ka plunk sound, faster,and harder,faster and harder and faster until.....
Tomorrow ...... Chapter 2
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