Finally a ray of sunshine with all the outlooks predicting rain.  We got a callback with an invite.  Dinner at the best Surf ‘an Turf spot in the city.  The question wasn’t what I’d wear but, in what mindset would we arrive.  Everyone was under the assumption I was joking about the dilemma I said I was circulating within so.  Wifey and I did what we do, arriving in what we had which was always clean, pressed and fresh.  Oh yeah, Wifey and I, both comfortable in our own skin, strolled up to and through the motion sensing glass doors leading us into the eatery.  Someone must have told ’em we’d be arriving cause the maître’d, in seeing us way before the doors engulfed us, rushed up, escorted us right over to the man who invited us.

The convo, casual and lite which was good, no need to deal with the exasperating issues that were the actual reasons for our attendance in the first place.  Our host didn’t seem to eager to enter that realm anyway.  If needed, we’d find a way to address those issues, but.  This was a time to dine and this host definitely had other designs in mind.  While eating, Bryan, without any shame, decided to stick his fork into the crispy asparagus neatly positioned around the steamed lobster tail my girl loved to eat.  Seated right next to her, I watched.  Face far from contorted but quizzical just the same.  I knew this fool assumed way too much, but.  I let it go and went with the perceived flow.

Bryan, moving with the skills of a certified saboteur, created circles in the air with the elongated veggie and then.  Proceeded to deliver the edible straight into the mouth of Wifey.  Yes, Bryan, still lost in wonderland somewhere, mesmerized by his own antics, was fully engrossed with himself.  Continuing to watch, occasional flashing the smile, and…  It was the projections within my eyes he missed.

Wifey, far from blind to any stupid stuff, turned suddenly and unexpectedly ran her cheek into the dangling asparagus.  By her facial expressions Bryan was two shakes away from getting slapped dead in the mouth.  Luckily, she knew what a “ghetto pass” was all about.  Quickly, she calculated the situation down to it’s obvious denominator and advised wanna be “Bad Boy” his move was ill advised.  Bryan, finally showed some wisdom if not for the moment and lowered his fork.  The veggie slipped silently back onto her plate.  A swift retaliation was adverted.  Wifey one, Bryan…  A huge zero.

Some people assume way too much especially when they encounter anyone who’s down and out.  Don’t they know appearances aren’t always what they appear?   But like I said, I ain’t the one to reach out and touch a snake laying in the middle of a path.  Snakes can appear lifeless with some even having their heads removed from their bodies.  Then you touch or reach towards ’em and…  Wham, they strike.  Some call this a reflex based on the heat sensors within the snakes anatomy.  Bryan, who invited us out had no idea of the heat sensors targeting his anatomy!

Bryan.  Oh yes, the name, real.  Get’s no pass from me, hence, the protection, removed from this fool.  If the litigation comes, bring it.  And during this dinner engagement I was like that snake needing to be left alone.  And if the Wifey felt any sense of a threat, no matter how reserved I was, I’d commence to puttin’ a whoopin’ on his fake ass without hesitation.  Psychologically and every other way.

Our presences her was based on his invitation to dinner, and as he so joyously said, “let’s do din din, neutral place, the two of you need a break, a change of pace, it’s on me“.  Lovely and well stated invite cause under the circumstances, how else did he think it was gonna happen.  This night, I knew was his fantasy, and…  It’s during times such as described where people think because of the dire situations and critical circumstances one find themselves within, those same ones will go for anything.

Surprise.  I’m not built like any of those simple minded Boxers who Back-In-The-Day  had the audacious inclination to…  Climb in the ring with Muhammed Ali and allowed themselves to be “put to sleep” by the fabled “rope a dope“.  In fact, last time I checked I still had my card, stipulating to all who cross the line.  “This man is certified in ways you really  don’t wanna experience.”  Bryan like Melody.  Oh Mel, forgot to tell y’all.  She’s representative of the female side with thoughts and intentions comin from the same reservoir Bryan functioned from.  I introduce her because…  I’m not sexist.  Both sexes can and do, at various times, function from the same pool of slime.

The meal was delightful.  We both enjoyed ourselves immensely.  Bryan.  Well he was just winding up.  He…  Immediately after din din, sorta’ herded us over to the bar area.  A spot with a thirty foot crystal chandelier perfectly centered.  Creating a mesmerizing psychological effect for the inebriated or just silly types who wouldn’t see a train approaching if you turned ’em to face it head on.  Still, with the night being young, we knew what we were doing.

Being denied of someone with his type of DRAMA and for such a long time, we looked at each other.  Quietly, no visual cues to express understanding or we were on the same link, but knew.  Bryan stepped into our domain, his attempt to play with us was a big mistake because this is what we do.  Wanting something smooth I said to the Wifey, dark or light.  Bryan, ‘ear hustling once again, assumed this statement had a double meaning and because of his own defined mission, took my words completely outta context.  He…  After hearing my statements which had nothing to do with his thoughts, rushed to order drinks of the likes we.  As a couple hadn’t sampled before.  But…  As gracious FOLK we let him play his way into this menagerie.  The Wifey who seldom drinks, did her usual and played with the cubes of ice as they swirled around, clanging against her glass.  Me, I drank mine.  To me this was nothin’ but fuel, and with one down, I awaited for another to arrive.  Two down and I transform into my roll.  Mentally I approached my invisible marks, inhaled and relished in the roll Bryan…  So readily tailor-made for me.

A youngster I know, spoke on the un-expected appearance of a Superstar Celeb he was working for and used the word “weathered” to define her look at the time.  Most would take this qualifying statement straight outta context, but…  Tank, the youngster was mentally superior to most and being aware of the potency of his words, adding that Sharon carried herself with a level of class that put that weathered look to shame.  Basically he was saying regardless of how she appeared, it wasn’t who she was.

Bryan assumed I, the Wifey were willing to stoop to the bows because of where we had dropped to.  Assumed it wasn’t anything we wouldn’t do to receive a helping hand to rise again.  He like Melody offered a similar antidote, the chance to engage in the distribution of something illegal.  She was “lunchmeat” too in her understanding of me.  Melody like another who was positioned well within the community always came with overture bordering on what I saw as regressive.  Mind ya, these statements, always come in a stealthy form.  Mainly to disguise the very nature of the offer so that the one offering can not be associated with the illegal trade directly, and.  If anything was assumed they’d deny it allowing for the mis-interpretation as the alibi.

FOLK and their BS.  Melody like the other had no idea I knew they both held licenses to distribute what was assumed “medicinal marijuana”  Neither of ’em knew I knew the FEDS had passed a law and were  shutting down all avenues in which to “ply this trade”.  0h yeah, all of ’em were sitting on “weight” and had no way to…  Spread it towards their shrinking markets.  And neither knew I knew the terminology of their worlds the way I’m describing it now.

In my travels I’ve learned to equate life with all aspects of life.  I know how to read markets, identify the target and understand what defines the supply and demand factors.  Wall Street is about to arrange a method to finance the marijuana industry under the guise known as “certification“.  This is merely a way to say “kush” a strain the growers produce is developed under strict guidelines following an organic method.  This is said to make to dope supreme.  Certification allows for the legal sales of a product under federal or government control.  Oh yeah, aren’t these the same steps deployed when the FEDS took over the alcohol and tobacco business from the locals Back-In-The-Day?

When some FOLK talk, you can bet bull shit will be made to walk.  Bryan had approached a man not a male.  Wifey was passed tired because of the sudden life we were leading, but…  He, Bryan only saw what he wanted.  I knew he didn’t know I knew he was looking at Wifey and functioning on images he’d constructed in his mind from way back when.  As for Mel, she felt I’d jump all over the opp to become a drug dealer to change my plight.  This other ‘itch spoken about, she holds way too much political influence for me to mention her name so…  You have to just guess as to who she is.  Still, neither of the three really knew what was in me!

Bryan, as a result of his lack of focus, was stripped of his dignity right before the nosy ass bartender when the Wifey told him if it was during her weakest moment, he’d still be exiled from her boudoir even…  Even if he managed to sneaked in during one of his more lucid dreams which wouldn’t be a dream but a nightmare for him even thinking he’d have the capacity to move her to split her thighs.

Poor potty mouth Bryan.  Got his feelings hurt and in the process, decided to take his ball and leave us without a game to play.  Ended our “din din” right there, which we we’re okay with.  Enough is always enough.  Oh did we pay for anything?  As I told Mel when she so eloquently explained how my life would change after moving just one shipment, I will tell you, “wait on it“.  A term which means while you are waiting, eventually you’ll realize it ain’t ever gonna happen.

I do relationships.  Everything is a relationship in one way or the other.  Communications is more than verbal articulations and.  Most of the times what is said has exact meanings many of which are missed.  Called “sub text” when you write.  “Sub plot” when you construct a plot.  All aspects of communications leading to the development of character.

Characters are what gives society it’s flavor, just as in film the more colorful the character, the more delightful the plot.  Resulting in a better, more revealing viewing experience.  Life is no different than a film.  “Din Din” with a conniving one is the best way in which to enjoy Surf and Turf.  Especially when it’s prepared to order.

Bryan came to order.  Mel, the others, all came to order.  You see, what you request, many times you’ll receive.  All you have to do is…  Place the order.  It comes under the rules governing Laws Of Attraction.

Psssss; Don’t get it twisted, I’m not cool with being broke, but…  Unlike most, I know patience and she isn’t just some woman I once knew.  So in knowing this, place your bets, find a seat and set up for the race.  Oh, am I running?  No, remember, I retired.  Now I just have to rediscover the source of my sustainable resource.  And no, I won’t tell you what or where it is.  Remember, I like the un foreseen twist of a story too.

Pssssssssss; The caption shows an Orca swimming in the surf.  Killer Whales aka Orcas luv to play as they frolic in the Sea.  The Sea is full of dangerous creatures, still.  When you know who and what you are, swim in the surf ’til your hearts content.  Being broke is a condition, circumstances which can be changed.  Just like a relationship.


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