PA PA Red Socks

Pa Pa Red Socks knew how to do it all right....... make money that is........Calculating on others ultimate misfortune initially under the guise of their dreams....................

He owned the No Name Pub for years and years... and bought and sold it 5 times holding the NOTE, It was an Italian Restaurant with checkered table cloths before the cocaine dealer bought it....

He knew how to do it... make money... off others.........

Sure........ you finance it for the dreamers...... and anticipate  on their long range failure.. and then sweep the table clean of the winnings........... its simple really.

I know of a Bed and Breakfast down the street...

Pa Pa was standing by a Bon Fire.. there was a can of spray paint with a marble  in the burning mix... it blew up hitting him in the nuts........  I think that may have been the trigger to  the beginning of his demise.............

Watching business's come and go on Big Pine Is a Hoot............ The Cookie Shop.. they got that poor girls husband on massive illegal fishing charges... why they had been laying for years for him and then the Sting.... multiple houses.. news trucks expensive boats... heavens... she was very attractive...  that poor son of hers I used to see the special bus come and pick him up early in the mornings before the sun came up... I guess he was special flaying his arms about and making noises........

Had I known she was so Naughty  maybe I would of tried harder to bend her over the bagel making table and squeezing those nice looking titty's of hers...  but of course I was the perfect gentleman fool.

You know that  other girl whats her name  married Pa Pa Red Socks was very calculating, clever... she got all his goods in the end... she was much much younger then he....  I heard he could not get a hard on.

She went on to Marry the proprietor  later of that old Resort with the long established Clientele ...... after the $500,000 motor home and the divorce , well... she got half the goods on him too you know...  I was there I saw...

Pat saw them Fucking in the Hot tub from his  house  while he was out on his deck across the Canal... he told me it looked like a big whale fucking a minnow......

She tapped her wedding ring once in the Winn Dixie... and told Mike...  this is Half of the Resort... ' I told you I would get it'    My friend laughed.... it was an inside Joke of sorts........

Her dad used to own the gift shop on Big Pine.. and was treasure diver..... you know back in the good old days.

I think I hear Barbara Streishand singing         'Memories of the way we were'

and every girl asks....... do you own or rent?

Next?

Pa Pa Red Socks...........

You And Me = Ya

She was a good girl you know, must of been about 30 years of age.

A Catholic Girl even.

Standing on the corner by the lamp post in the high central valley town.

She was not a prostitute or anything.

She was dressed very nicely in western nation attire...  waiting for the bus or something.. right there by the lamp post with the stairs going up to the hotel room just a few feet away   at the stair well entrance.

It was all unexpected and with no intent.

He just looked at her in the eyes and said in English...... 'You and me = Ya.

He was surprised...

She simply said yes...... and they went up the stairs to a room together..... it was all purely animal.......

Hell he did not even know her name nor she his.

You And Me = Ya.

Madalee.......

Yo Recuerda..........

The meaning hidden in the sounds of the falling rain.........

Those bygone memories..............

That lay In deep sleep..............

Resting there on the Persian Couch............

The special texture of the fabric recalled.............

The melting blending of colors........ drawing in...........

Was it in Constantinople , Dear?

I am not recalling so much in this foggy moment.........

As I retrace, Bethink...........

The sound of pouring rain all  thru the night.

long painted red  fingernails.............

The beguiling  of what she will find  I suspect at times is half the fun of it.......

whisper in my ear again....... and a little to the left..... Madalee................

Pie Phi Green

She was sitting in a chair at a beauty salon.. filing her red fingernails with an emery board....

I came bumbling along....

Her eyes were a certain color Green... difficult to ascertain.......

I grew infatuated.

I said  'hey' I don't want to be too forward with you but my favorite color is turquoise... a certain shade of it... its hard to describe but I know it when I see it.

You have pretty eyes...........

I don't want you to think I am rude... but I know you can't eat your own pussy.

I think the color of her eyes was pie phi green............

It all grew fuzzy , I can't remember what happened next.

Her green eyes just sucked me in....

Oh well... all's well that ends well...

My Favorite Color Green.

Pie Phi Green.

A Life Of Living on the Fringes....... I am grateful for.

No Problem should exist.

It is somebody else's   Revolt.

I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.

Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...

She seemed to be at ease with herself......  always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.

A gentle rain.

She died of Cancer later I heard...............

I wonder if she knew at the time....?

I didn't.

Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation  on her part?

I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store...  I was messing with my old dump truck...  That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of  sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.

As I spoke with her briefly in passing........  I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.

As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.

Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...

It strikes me as   sad she died so young...  must of really been so for her husband......

Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in  the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?

Just to share a moment a few words or two....   unhurriedly  and speaking  about nothing much.

What was it? ....  a life............of

knowing some of the unusual and

living on the Fringes........ I am  grateful for.

Sometimes Nothing Stands To Reason

A seedy Palm lined Street in Barahona Dominican Republic just short of the Haitian Batays on the two Countries borders..........

Disco Music was thumping loud  in the background.... the  female vocalist was damn near screaming out the lyrics   'Who Contradict Me'    near the dance floor... with the mirrored ball suspended above and spinning.

She was a Latina cop with a hard body on the local Police force.. on the take.

She was working a crime a murder nearby that occurred with a blade of some sort.

She wore a khaki shirt with no bra.. loosely buttoned.

She had on Gold Rings and Chains to match.

A White dog was in the Walkway behind the gate where the apartment was he had rented...  she was asking questions of him,  a real dump of a place.. a bed, light, fan and window...... with a shared shower and shitter.

He called the window the Puerta.. it was actually easier to get inside his room thru the window then the door from outside.. he kind of liked that feature... especially when he had been drinking rum....

He ran a line on her she was not easy he had to convince her... she accepted  she would meet him later for some good sex, a hard body cop non the less he thought.

Emily was here name...

He stopped and figured to himself as he began to unbutton her khaki blouse..  ' That is the trouble with the world..... forgone conclusions'

He grew excited at the co co color of her skin.

The family he came from was arguing around the table...  his Uncle had said something about Talent Will Out and his mother was expounding on what a piece of Shit Hitler was......

He thought about it and came to the conclusion.......

                        'Sometimes nothing stands to reason'

Emotional Reeling........

The two women of his dreams thought he was hysterically funny.... once he opened his mouth.......

As he went through the cupboards ..........fumbling with the white plastic bowls...

Muttering........

He went on to explain to them about wanting to find a bowl with  holes in it, he might need it later to use as a sieve,  he acted all lost and confused putting on,        They laughed hysterically......... giggling.........

The one went on to explain she was having a Hurricane,  A tantrum......... that was an emotional breakdown.... in her own terms and way of putting it...........
that was  roaringly  funny to say it that way.. according to her... the poor dear she was having a 'Hurricane'.

The other girl was quite pretty... He complimented her by saying      'When your parents got together they must of had on their really good Jeans.... (genes) ................. the all had a good laugh with him over that.

'Poor Tonto'.. that was her  pet name for his Pecker... she addressed him by saying    'poor Tonto is almost all worn out isn't he, '  as she rubbed oil on him gently, He liked that.

The Ladies were  first Nation  native girls...... from the Ochmarry Tribe.......

He was going to start working with them tomorrow....

At a closed cost, but not really that great of Pay, the benefits were nice however.

They all had a good laugh, they thought he was funny.... any color he was.

 The dissipating  of angst  due to the laughter   of   having a Hurricane  come along,  a.k.a.  an  Emotional Reeling......................