The pimp in me

Summers ago, on nice weekends, I would kick-it with a former friend on his job selling Good Humor ice cream. For me, it was the great social experiment. You could learn a lot about people.

Anyway, this former friend had some kind of agreement with the operator of a South side Mexican restaurant, I think it was Pepe's, exchanging paper money for coins, or something! While he was in the back of the restaurant, I would be up front gazing out the pane glass windows.

Across the street was a well kept Chicago park where some organized activity was going on, music was playing.

A very clean Jaguar with lightly purple tinted glass creeped by looking for an opening to park. Inside were five occupants looking justified in their display of higher status, nice car, nice clothes...but not in a vulgar way. They were very cool. The rays of sun light coming through the sun roof made them look regal and almost worthy of God's approval.
The occupants exited the car, and I immediately knew this was a pimp and his whores (when you've lived in the hood, you know). He appeared as a sugar pimp...a pimp that doesn't abuse his girls. They were nicely dressed, not flashy at all.

the pimp escorted his ladies over to the milling crowd. At that point my focus was directed somewhere else.
About fifteen to twenty minutes later, shots were heard. I looked at the park where some of the crowd had scattered. A small group was verbally accosting the pimp; his girls formed a protected circle around him.
I didn't hear what was being said, but by the appearance of things, I would say one group didn't approve of the pimp and his style of handling things.
The pimp had to leave. Still surrounded by his workers, they calmly left the area, and as they approached the Jag, I could see one whore clutching a snub nose revolver in front of her bag, mean mugging still with an air of royalty.

I always wanted to be a pimp after that. The glamour, the style, the life.
What was I thinking!

Eating Healthy?

The phrase "eat healthy" has brothered me from the very first time I heard it. What does that phrase mean, exactly!?

Because I thought any plant or animal that grows, walks, crawls, swims or flies could be used as food for us humans here on earth. What is non-healthy about that.

I think our problem begins when when we over-eat and not have a active lifestyle (also how we think about our eating).

In my opinion, anything you eat contributes some value to your body, if not, the body automatically rids itself of it. I could eat dirt and my body would benefit somehow, just as long as I don't eat too much of it.

Having a active lifestyle may not come easy for most of us in these modern times, with all the inventions to help us do less easier. Just walking everywhere would give our bodies great benefits.

Anything that nourishes our body is healthy, just don't over do it!

Eat less, do more!

It was meant to roll

Another night on the drive to work...I-290 Westbound. I'm bumping The music so loud, I couldn't hear anything outside my SUV. Suddenly in the middle lanes, a flurry of activity as smoke and sparks envelope a mini van. It was like watching a silent movie.

My first thoughts: We're under attack, seek cover! (the government got me on that paranoid trip)

To my surprise, there was no panic. Traffic slowed to let the spark spraying van maneuver itself to a break-down lane. As I passed the smoking vehicle, the front driver's side tire was missing.

Continuing on, traffic reared to a halt; the missing tire was still rolling across four lanes of traffic, heading towards the grassy incline, where it picked up momentum and rolled back onto the expressway, causing another sudden stop. It wanted to keep doing what it was made to do, roll!

Devil Alert: Suppose, someone was to position himself on the incline with old tires and let them roll into traffic!

Crazy season

Creeping down Madison Street, spying on the whores showing up for morning shift. One, all dressed in black, acting odd on the walkway, gets into a football stance, and springs into the street. I slam hard on the brakes before she's a nasty spot on the road. She bounces up and down like on a pogo stick, just inches in front of the truck. A cheesy grin and finger points towards me.

The whole scene weirded me out, especially her pointing at me.

Was she some dark angel proclaiming me to be next, or some drugged out skeeza on a bad high, or coming down from one.

In the wash

The horrors that can await you in a public washroom can change you mentally for your entire life. I dread using them. In emergencies, you may have no choice.

There was no escaping it any more, I had to go! I dashed into the lobby of the Presidential Towers, frantically searching for the rest rooms. I pushed through the door with my johnson in my hand, and was immediately calmed.

I'm no expert on tile or marble, but it looked like the good stuff. The tile around the mirrors was a luxurious glazed deep brown color, that warmed the soul. The faucets weren't that fancy but had an expensive look. they released a powerful stream of water, even though they were attached to an electronic sensor.

The water basin and the top surrounding them, looked like brown marble, a nice effect; looked great.

The floor was probably tile that looked like white marble with brown veins running through it, as were the walls by the deep urinals.

It was the most inviting public washroom I had ever been in. The room had a soothing effect on me. I didn't want to leave. I felt like copping a squat and reading something.

A great place to visit...especially in an emergency.

Caught up

I get caught up in any store that has wide aisles and clean appearence.
I like to walk around and enjoy myself. I may even buy something I normally wouldn't.

I was traveling through the West side of Chicago(the hood) looking for an ATM, and spotted a Walgreens Drug store.
It was nice, clean and bright, inspirering me to walk the aisles. I ended up around the lunch meat section, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of something I hadn't seen for years, Head-cheese.

Most people think Head-cheese is nasty, and if you think about where it comes from, I can concur. But still, I'm not totally oppose to it. It's mostly a mind thing, I would suppose.

I seem to remember having Head-cheese as a child, although, I can't recall when that happened.
For sure, I haven't had any in years, I've already got crackers at home so, I bought a pack to reminsce.

Good eats!

Big gas

The giant tanker, parked at an odd angle, seemed wounded in some way. At the tail end of the tanker, an equally large red wrecker stood, amber lights flashing.

Both monsters blocked many of the available pumps, only three were clear to use.

I made my way to one of the open pumps, next to the tanker.

I started pumping my gas while the wrecker guy attached heavy chains to the rear of the tanker. Looks like he's going to try and drag it out.

the tanker driver stood clear and watched.

After attaching the chains, the wrecker guy walked over to the diver of the tanker and asked if he was empty. The driver replied he was still half full.

I flashed back to the wrecker guy's chains sparking against the concrete.

Big explosions in the movies are mostly special effects, but a fire in any arena is no joke, and a hell of a way to go! I didn't want to make the news like that!

Even though I thought things were being handled in a safe manner, I hurried up and got the hell out of there!

Stairwell of the womb

My parking garage stairwell is very small, two people can't share the stairs if we're going in opposite directions.
So it was a bit awkward when a seven or eight month pregnant woman was coming up the stairs as I was coming down. She knew just what to do. She went to a landing and planted herself in the corner as I passed. She made it not seem so awkward.

Maybe the awkwardness was just all in me.

Babies in someones else's stomach is weird to me anyway, especially if I don't know the person. And if they ask you to rub their stomach, I freak out, even if I know that person.
You would be rubbing the vessel begotten with the child of another man. It seems scandalous.

Kind of sexual in a way.

There's something mysterious about pregnant women. They seem like magic you shouldn't see.