Life and Times.... *redux*

Life and Times: Volume 2: Verse 1: "Paid the Cost to be the Boss"

Previously on Season 1 of Life and Times……
Sanity. Honesty.

We sat in the now empty house. No noise. No normalcy. Snowflake uttered about how this is killing her. How she tried to be a damn good mom. I couldnt help but agree. This time there wasnt any tears. It was anger. Seething. Fuming. I watched as her mind and body began to tense and then like an epiphany came from up high, she looked at me with the utmost clarity and said "Im done with her." I just watched a mother disown her eldest. It was suprisingly strange. No emotions from me. No sadness or hopelessness. The only thing I can think is I cant wait to put this shit in my rearview. Her included. But for the next 30+, I will be a confidante and a guardian. An advisor. A friend.

Between us, I hope I can keep my sanity until then. Because the only thing I have left is honesty.

So with all this said. I think I am gonna be like the cool kids and bid you cats adieu. Its been real and its been fun. I may lurk from time to time. But Revanche is done. Riovane is gone. Ill be back later. Possibly. But I think I need a vacation from the fun. How about this, if I make it through unscathed and back to the boot, Ill holla at you cats. Until then be easy.

Hi kids. Hello Family. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies and Kids to the Greatest Goddamn Show on Earth. A cautionary tale that started off as more of an exercise in futility and writing practice. Its that time of year. That time where I need to get my thoughts out. And without further ado, since I know you cats have been clamoring for my story, actually you probably havent but fuck it. I do what I do. Hopefully this will give Moris enough of a precursor to the "event" we got planned. Like a brother on the street hocking a mixtape.....

Lets see where I left off. Oh yeah, the move. Jail. Possible transgendered strippers. Love of 2 women. The glorious sex with an overweight lover with mad head skills. The chair. The goddamn chair. The kicking out of the house of one of the finest women in existence. Damn so much to say. So much to tell. Where in fucks name do I begin.....

I kicked Snowflake out of my house quicker then a devout religious zealot disowning a gay child. As beautiful and talented and sexy as she is, she broke the cardinal rule of family and friendship:

Acknowledgement.

I sat there in the county jail, an hour late for work awaiting her dismissal. I called in every favor that I could, to make this happen. I contacted an old biker buddy who was a bondsman, set it up. Called her friend, to assist as her bondee. See folks, I was deemed ineligible because I wouldnt be in the state long enough. I was very happy with that. I had made up my mind as I drove to pick her up, that if she didnt at least acknowledge my help, then I was gonna say fuck her. It was already planned, because as you well know dear listeners, I am always thinking 10 steps ahead. I sat there with her friend and watched the glass awaiting her to walk out of holding. Minutes felt like hours, not because of anticipation, but because of the new guy I got holding it down at the office was unsupervised. That bothered me. But this is for a friend..... I can so laugh at that statement now. Anywho, Snowflake walked out escorted by the sherriffs finest, still wearing the same clothes I dropped her off in. A forward thinking man would have brought her a change of clothes, I am that forward thinking. She smiled as she saw her friend. She looked at me with a smirk, laughing that I was her "big guy". I handed over her cellphone, while she signed away a check and a deal that she would show up to court and not have contact with her kids.After everything was complete, the 3 of us walked out into the night. We hopped in the car, and I began to drive. I felt like I was Hoke Coleburn. Snowflake began to go on with an enchanting tale of how nasty everything was. How females didnt have tampons, and just outright bled in holding all over their legs and the floors. How she felt a sisterhood with her fellow inmates. Pardon me, but the broad was in their only 3 goddamn days. Anywho, she continued, and not once did she say thanks. I held my tongue for 4 goddamn miles. 4. The reason it wasnt anymore was because she started talking about the married guy she fucking as the one who helped her through this. See, family, game recognize game. No hate at all. But if I am your nigga, and I am bending over backwards to assist you. Then by god, tell a nigga thank you. This married motherfucker was worried about his wife, not his side bitch in the clink. But like any scandalous female caught up with the dick, she did her. So me. Yeah me. I did me. Family, I went the fuck off. I went goddamn ham.

"Fuck you, you ungrateful bitch. I take you into my apartment. I move your shit out of your dilapidated apartment, I drive your dogs to get dropped off. I take care of every goddamn thing in your life. I am the only mother fucker that has been there for you thick and motherfucking thin, and you cant tell me thank you. I am not asking to fuck, I got females for that, I am not asking for head, I got females for that. But a goddamn thank you friend to friend is all I ask. Thats it, you ungrateful motherfucker. You dont know how hard it is to get anybody to care for your ungrateful ass. You dont even tell your girl thank you. Hell she took in your goddamn kids. and signed for your bond. So fuck you. When we get to the crib, get a fucking shower, cause you reek, and pack your shit and get gone. And clean up the dog shit off my patio. Fuck your dogs too."

I have never seen 2 white women more afraid of a black man. Snowflake was fucking stunned. Jail and now homeless. And not one iota of remorse did our intrepid hero feel. We arrived at my apartment in silence. I walked in grab some gear from work, and told her friend to come to the job when she is done getting her shit. An hour later, there was a knock at my office, and the friend walked in. We embraced because well.... thats another story. She told me how I scared her. I apologized and explained my side more calmly. She said thank you for everything, and I told her that even though you can love someone, you have to be able to let go. We stared at each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. We embraced and she left. I drove to my apartment and locked everything away. One loose end down. Only 99 problems to go.

Time passed much faster then expected, I got my taxes back. Paid off my apartment, broke the lease and cut off the power and cable. I finished out my jobs last days uneventfully. I walked away a damn legend. I slept good for the first time in a long while. I still have nightmares about the accident. But nothing could shake the fact that in 8 days I was putting Georgia in my rearview. The first night I spent with friends at the Clermont Lounge. Nothing like seeing a 60 year old stripper dressed like Dorothy Gale getting it on stage. Some people describe it as where strippers go to die. They would be correct. But in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. So there were 2 females that were fanfuckingtastic. There was only one problem with one that wasnt present in the other. We will call the first broad Robocop aka Tits McGee. Absolute banging body. Enough to put some of these video vixens to shame. But like her apt name, the bitch danced like she was cleaning up OCP trash. Moved like a goddamn ED209 trying to descend stairs. But the glorious mammaries my friends. That posterior, family. She got my money. And then we have the number one female. Imagine if you will, this bad ass ivory female. Like a shit brickhouse. She had it all. Long blond hair, the body of an 80s animated heroine. Tatted up from stem to stern. This was all class. And my god could she dance. This was an entertainer. A fucking class SSS. Cant get no better. So I sat dressed like a Colombian Drug lord, and my boy dressed like an evil pharmaceutical rep. We were like kings with our friends. I got loud and crazy and drunk. I was approached by this one female who wanted not only the D, but some cocaine. I told her I wasnt carrying, and still she felt up the pants leg trying to get a rise. Nothing like pulling a chick finer then the entertainers while you there with one of the women who loves you. Oh I totally forgot to add that I was out with one of my loves. She took care of me during my drunken stupor. This was the second night I slept fantastic. I woke with some morning wood and she chopped it down. Lets just say yay for whiskey dick and over the counter longevity pills from crooked convenience stores. (Im not bullshitting, Stiff Nights is the jam. I was a goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus.)

But that leaves 7 days left. I continued my farewell tour where it began all those years ago. I saw the first woman I fell in love with. It wasnt supposed to happen but it did. I was the reason her life was in shambles. Nothing like hearing that her husband found out about our tryst years later and destroys the house with racial epithets and getting called nigger lover every day for the rest of her life. Well lets just say this, getting acknowledgement years later that I am still loved was an amazing way to go out. I mean I was getting closure. Fucking closure for once. I had women loving me, friends who adored me, admirers who worshipped my feet. I was king of the goddamn world.

I am a goddamn legend.

I paid the cost.

A high cost.

But I am the fucking boss.

And then it hit me. Fuck. I am walking away from all of this. I am getting closure. Fucking closure. Damn.

5 days left.

I began the final planning stages of my going away party. I had sold my excess furniture. Gotten rid of all my unwanted items. Pocket full of cash and bills were paid. All that was left was packing. So who did I call but the one woman who would come through in a pinch.

My Sub.

My beautiful, adorable Sub.

2 days left and she woke me in nothing but shorts and a tanktop. It was 45 degree weather and I had her for the next couple days to my lonesome. I watched her pack away my clothes, that beautiful ivory skin and supple ass walking in UnderArmor shorts through my emptying apartment. But, dear readers, there was a code of honor between my sub and I. She had a man now. I gave her away. But for the next 2 days, she was mine to order around. And nothing happened. There were times when we were face to face having will they and wont they moments. But nothing happened. But the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I watched her pack, and had to fight not to touch myself. So to alleviate that, I called another on my list to relieve my stress. Head did perfectly. A big girl with skill was all that was required. And by god did she have it. Mid slurp I decided to call my Sub. I knew I couldnt touch her, but talking is not touching. So while I am receiving spectacular farewell dome, I am hearing her voice. My eyes rolling to the back of my head while I heard her breathing in the phone. I had no fucks to give. My "headmistress" continued to do fantastic work, motivated by the fact that I LET her touch my shaft. She didnt care that my eyes were closed and I was talking to another female more worthy on the other end. I mean come on family, this is my goddamn tour. My fucking rules.

I am a goddamn legend.

I dont need to describe my release. It was as you would have expected. But needless to say it was a solid goodbye. But I had one day left, and that was a farewell party thrown in my honor. But I got to keep you cats coming back for more. So I think we will end it here. But dont fret dear reader. I am back. Riovane. Revanche. Whatever you choose to call me I am back. And I still have another detail to discuss. Ill give you this tidbit.

You ever wonder what would happen when 2 women who know I am fucking them, know I love them both and know about each other finally meet for the first time. 2 women who love the same man unconditionally, meeting and drinking together. What would happen you wonder?

Shishkabobs.

Yeah, fucking shishkabobs.


To be motherfucking continued....