So here we are. Another haunted holiday approaches tomorrow. Children in costumes going from door to door in search of the sugar high of the year. Parents laughing and smiling, holding their hands, making sure they remain safe during the process, no matter how tired they are. Other adults donning makeup and wardrobe to celebrate the festive day.

Last night, across the street from me, a Hispanic family threw a Halloween party from early afternoon until about three in the morning. The live DJ was hooting and hollering on the mic as the bass lines from various songs thumped threw the walls here. When I stepped outside to smoke, I could see the silhouette through the vinyl garage doors of bodies bouncing around, while green and red stars and sparkles danced on the material.

It made me realize something. While I love being the black man that I am, I need to party with them. They’re is such a difference in how celebrations are had through the nationalities that I think a lot of my race has simply forgotten “how” to celebrate. What has happening across the street was a kids party. When’s the last time you had a shit load of children dressed up, high on sugar, partying at your house until three am?

The instance of a grand occasion still exists in their community. It’s a primarily grand and wonderful sight to witness. I commend the heritage, the history, and the continuation of something among them that I feel many of us, no matter what race we are, have completed forgotten about: The concept of FAMILY.

I don’t mean the people living in your household. I don’t mean the people that you see at the family reunion. I mean everyone that you accept right into your house for the simple sake of offering them food, candy, music, and leaving your doors open for anyone that feels like they belong. I think we’ve gotten to a point where we’ve forgotten a lot of what made us strong in the first place. Togetherness, forgiveness, laughter, joy, sharing, compassion, and love.

While I’ve always been aware of Dia de los Muertos, I’ve never been on that participated because to me, praying for the souls of those that have passed on didn’t make any sense to me. Why pray for the souls of the dead, when its the souls of the living that need all the help they can get? But I understand it now.

It’s the two days out of the year, that no matter what is going on, shows that whether they are here or not, they are never forgotten, and are wished continual peace during their eternal slumber.

So after tomorrow, when All Saints Day and All Souls Day arrive back to back, I’ll be standing on the porch, a cigarette between my lips, a drink in my hand, eyes closed, praying for the loved ones I lost, the loved one I’m about to lose, and the loved ones that are around me needing all the prayer they can get.

Because I know that I can’t let myself forget about the one that has kept me alive all this time.

Family.

Have a safe and happy Halloween, everyone.

Falling Down

Oh yeah. I've joined the tumblr community.

Smut Gumbo (temporary name)

Enjoy it. I'm just getting started

Update

Life is a bitch.

For the most part, that's it.

If things go well, on Wednesday, I drive back home. Waukegan. The county seat of Lake County, IL. Am I thrilled about this? Not hardly. Will it be a great drive? Well, of course. Me.. music.. and the open road. The only thing missing from a trip like this a bitch in the passenger seat. Now, it's not a long one, but 11-13 hours is long enough for some good road head.

But, either way, no road head for me. I'm not even sure I'd be in the mood for it. With my grandfather's cancer getting worse, my ex's kidney's failing... I have to keep focused on making it there for my kids. It'd be nice if that was the only thing I had to worry about. But it's not.

On top of those two things, one person asks me what's going to happen with me and her; as if this move is going to change shit. And another person has just lost her damn mind. As in.. creating the most asinine reasons to be pissy with me and keeping me in a state of perpetual headaches.

Will I miss her? Yeah. Will she miss me? Yeah. Does that give her right to make my life a living hell behind it? No. Do I want to shove my fuckin' foot down her throat and step on her larynx to get her to shut the fuck up. Undoubtedly. Will I? Not at all.

Some times, life throws you such a curve ball, that the only thing you can do is let it fly past you. Some things aren't worth swinging at. Other things.. well.. if you can't knock it out the park, at least swing.

So while I stand here, holding my bat.. watching as this crazy pitch from life heads my way, do yourself a favor:

Go stand in the parking lot. Daddy's about to knock this shit out the park!

Broken Glass....

One of the good things about my brain is that I'm pretty good at remembering people. If I don't remember names, I usually remember faces. In this little virtual realm, remembering faces is not the way to go, considering people can that at the drop of a dime. Last week, I came across an old kick-it buddy from a few years back and we chatted a bit. We re-added each other, and would speak from time to time.

Subject(s): Sena

So, Saturday night I got a message from Sena, asking me if I was busy. She invited me over for a game of spin the bottle. Now, I had heard of this, but I hadn't seen it before, but I didn't have the time for it then. So I let her know that if I got finished in enough time, I'd let her know. Well, Saturday night didn't happen. But last night did.

I'm standing on this sim asking myself, "How much is that doggy in the window?" when the illustrious chime of the instant message box pops up.

2011/09/13 00:18 Sena: hey Khal.. it's next time.. you available?

2011/09/13 00:18 You: Yeah. I'm free. let me drop these dogs off at the workshop

2011/09/13 00:18 Sena: great...

I drop off my two newest canine acquisitions and she sends me cap, carrying me half way across our virtual planet, and dropping me off at her...ass. I wait for my eyes to focus, and the first thing I see is this beautiful ass view out the house windows. It was great.. pretty as shit, but I couldn't stand there and keep staring at it. So...

Sloooooowly I turned

Step by Step

Inch by Inch....

(if you don't remember what this is from, you're too damn young to be reading)

...and there was everyone. Sitting there in an almost completely filled circle, was Sena and group of people she knew. She looked up at me as I stood there and asked me to have a seat and strip. So, I got naked, and I sat down.

Now we all know how the game works; spin the bottle, kiss the person it lands on. Well, this version is a bit different. It's more like, spin the bottle, kiss, touch, feel, lick, suck, fuck the person it lands on. The fun part is.. it does it for you. See, when you spin this bottle, and it lands, the system pulls you to the center and puts you in whatever position it feels like. Now, I've heard it starts out all innocent and builds up to the fucking, but hell since I had shown up all extra in the middle, they were already at that part.

The bottle spun, and two girls were going at it. The bottle spun again, and some guy and some girl. When it got to me, I let it loose, and watched it twirl, hearing the slight chime from the air cutting across the bottle opening. As it slowed, I looked around at the women, and a collective "ooh" pulled me from my daze. The bottle stopped on Sena. She grinned, and there we were in the center, my dick down her throat.

Now, when the system throws you into position, you stay there for about a minute and then it puts you back into place. So you throw in a bit of emoting, and voila! Spin the bottle is in full effect. But.. there's a catch to this. Every now and then, the bottle would break. This, of course, called for a pile on. The system randomly grabs people and throws them in the center, making for a threesome or more for that minute until the it set you back in place.

Sena and I kept winding up together. It's like the system knew that for three years we wanted to fuck. From getting my dick down her throat, to getting my dick in that ass, I had that bitch every which way. It was fun, and when it was, I took a tour around the sim with another chick (I'll talk about her a different day), while Sena took two men to her room to wear them out.

Spin the bottle, win a prize. Or a piece of pussy when you play it in second life.

Everybody Gets One...

"From time to time, you have to ask yourself: Is it worth it, or should I just tell them to go eat a dick?" - Reginald J.

I loved my uncle. Hell, still do, though he doesn't walk this planet anymore. Yet he was right. You have to ask yourself that question. So I asked myself this today, and of course, it isn't worth it. So every single one of the silly ass, complaining, whining ass muthafuckas can eat a dick! You see, it's quite simple really.

For years, I lived for everyone else. I gave of myself to a lot of people simply because they looked for guidance, they needed help, or they wanted an ear. I'm a walking box of secrets, truthfully. Well, the problem is... I'm started to get tired of it.

I'm ready for a break from being the absolute leader. I'm ready to hang up my cape and find some kryptonite for this Superman complex of mine. Do I like telling people "no" when they come to me for help? Not at all. Do I wish I had the power to solve every problem in the world? Damn right, I do. But today, I have a new motto:

"Not now, honey. Daddy's tired." I think I'll put that shit on a shirt.

See. I love being "Daddy." People come to me for help, leadership, guidance, advice, discipline, laughs... it's great. I guess, on a technical aspect, I have 12 women that call me "Daddy," and each of them have their reasons. They know I'll look out for them, take care of them, watch over them, and whoop that ass when they get out of line. I love that--ya know--that they look for me when they need someone. That's not my problem. It's when I turn around and "Superman" overrides "Daddy" and the next thing I know I'm trying to save the world again.

I've been working really hard lately trying to amp up my and Mine's store, but its killing my time with anyone, even her. So, I try to get my items done early, that way I can be done with things. I think I'm going to set myself some working hours; say, from the time I wake up until about 5 o'clock or so, cause I can't keep killing my play time. I actually want to be a little bit selfish for a change, and just relax.

So, I made a deal with myself. Every night, I'm fucking something or someone different just to have a bit of fun for me. Maybe that's too much, but I look at it like this. This is Second Life. It is up to me as to whether or not I allow this to impact my first life, and since my first life has enough situations in it...wait.. I think the proper saying for this is...

"I'm bout ready to swerve inna a wet ditch and screech to a halt in a puddle of rain water while I act a straight mutha fuckin' fool up in hurr!" or, for those who need a general interpretation, "I'm about to be a hoe and have fun!"

This.. this will be my journal of my antics. My activities. My thawtz. Since that is the case, I guess I'll make this statement:

The following entries are hereby considered adult in nature. All names have been changed to protect the innocent, the participants, the victims, the criminal, the voyeurs, the exhibitionists, and the guilty. If you, the reader, happen to find something on here, and you realize that I might be talking to you, suck it the fuck up. I ain't taking shit down. Dis here my jook jernt!

Welcome to the sewers, bitches. It's about to get durty.