Scaryoke Night

Well, some things resonate with a person as time goes on, “Scaryoke Night” was one of those events. Not just because of the costumes, the songs or the alcohol, but because of the mood. It was kind of mellow for a Halloween Night.


I remember a lot, I remember because I drank slow and was afraid of what a mix of medication and alcohol could do to me. I didn’t grab the mike because I was still in some possession of my mind. I know I can’t sing.

Yeah, I walked in kind of early and shot pool, a doubles game with Dusty and Yaega Lee, I was teamed up with Daria. She was real happy about that. S.D. showed up looking like Beetlejuice on acid, and was just as wild. S.D. took off for another party but vowed to return (He did).


Pimp staggered in and was being pretty cool (he hadn’t started drinking yet).


Ruby and Shelly were in costume too, Ruby’s dress was definitely in keeping with Halloween but kinda on the sexy side. She roasted me over some things she saw in the blog but she served me anyway and was very kind.


Shelly was in an all white, skin tight baseball outfit with mini skirt. I strained my neck to getting a better look. If you saw the costume you would have tried to get all the looking in you could. They were in preKareoke shakedown mode.

Dino, showed up and was with Mickey and Alice (Friend of Gino’s) Alice was dressed as Laura Croft in camouflage utilities (sun glasses did work for her). Mickey was dressed like Johnny Cash. As the crowd filtered in I watched a couple I never saw before, some loud nasty blonde bimbette with big 1950’s hair was talking trash to Shelly and Ruby. A meeting of current and former bartenders at the mythical 1762 establishment had a powwow at the end of the bar.

The bartender conspiracy included Yaega Lee, Daria, Ruby, Shelly and Gin. I think big hair was mad that her man was giving Shelly second looks (third and fourth looks too). Most guys there were taking in the sights, pretty women showing off cleavage on whatever end was working, heaving breast or bouncing ass, I was glad to be in the number. Much was starting to happen as the crowd flowed in.

The Owner, Bossman walked in and was loving it, he was preaching about the Yankee future and his thoughts about who would be the new coach. As usual he shouted down and maligned anybody who wasn’t a Yankee fan and displayed that they didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. That was entertaining too. But better costumes and drama was yet to come.

Dino looked a little sad as he took his cane and started for the door, I asked, “where ya going, the party hasn’t started yet.” Dino said, “Gotta go, gotta baby sit tonight.”



My eyes opened wide, I put down my drink and said, “WHAT”. “You deaf, I’m gonna be looking after a bunch of kids this week….kinda like a NANNY now”. Dino continued, “A couple of friends of mine are going to Florida and I got their kids till they come back.”

I thought about this for 10 long seconds, I thought about what he said. This was indeed the beginning of the Halloween weekend. The events of Dino’s coming week could be the basis of a situation comedy, a police drama or live coverage on CNN. As Dino left I did utter a silent prayer begging God to keep Satan rolling on the deck laughing in gut wrenching pain, and to look after Dino. God looks after fools and drunkards. Dino should get double protection.

Talk about divine deviates, I couldn’t believe what walked in next. Pregnant Lily dressed like a Nun, (scary thing is she looked so like the real deal) and everybody knew she was pregnant. Bossman said words to the effect of, “she’s from where…Our Lady of the Drunken Hooker, a Nun of the Immaculate Deception”. The ‘Nun’ carried a cross and would later be seen holding a cross and scimitar (hooked knife) with her soda in between.

Pregnant Lilly’s buddy that night was a thoroughly gorgeous, young, tall blonde bombshell dressed a long tight black skirt, aqua and white stripped shirt with a red scarf. She is allegedly a manhater, Celina had all heads turning at one point or another during the evening. The evening was just starting. Mallory showed up and went through the painfully tedious setup with nearly no help. Bossman solicited help from some big dudes to help Mallory get the gear in.

Ka’cee showed up without Ka’tee and was having a good time. I wanted to get to where she was but didn’t stray to far from my seat since I was having a problem standing.


Shelly ran the show behind the bar with plenty of backup from Ruby and Gin. The show began and we started to get a number of singers. Everyone was mellow. Some woman was trying to pickup any man she could. The Met Fan hid from her like he was on the FBI most wanted list.

Then the show stopping act of the night arrived at the mike, Pregnant Lilly and Celina got with Mallory and conspired on their song. It was oxymoronic to say the least.


Pregnant Lilly gently rocked touching herself and Celina as the song started, then they belted out, “Like a Virgin, touched for the very first time, Like a Virrrrgin…”. I was laughing so hard it hurt. During the back part of this number the Pimp ran behind the bar, he was nearly castrated, Shelly was pissed.

Bossman scolded the Pimp, but being in a good mood, Bossman refrained from putting his foot in Pimp's ass. S.D. and Daria did a duet together, I forget the song, it was romantic and sweet. Again, I sat down holding my sides quietly wiping tears from my eyes in laughter. There were two trains, that is chain dances that went through the bar. The first one was really fun. The second one led by Pimp leading the dance backward because it was Celina who was in front of him.

Pimp was hitting on any woman he could with liquor on his breath and a limp (like Pimp actually had a chance). After the chain dance some more singing and more good fun, Pimp had to show out again shouting “do you want me to leave”. Shelly quickly answered affirmatively as she pointed his staggering ass toward the door.

Apparently somewhere in the shuffle Pimp pissed off Daria. Daria jerked pimp with one arm like he was a perp in cuffs, jerked him right into her chest and told him to get the fuck out after he tried to re-adjust the Met Fans back.

Then the night wound down, everybody was still mellow, Ka’cee left and Ka’tee showed up on the back end of the night. Then Cary showed up. There was a light cheer from the crowd.

After two stone soul duets, Mallory and Cary had the crowd begging for more, but it was the end of the night, Scaryoke was over, but the show did go on. The bar looked like it had been nuked. Bossman had left, some squaring away was done but not much. Folks were coming in and out of the ancient dive all night. When things seemed that they were getting quiet around 4 AM (yeah, I didn’t want to miss anything and I didn’t), things got stirred up again.

I remembered that everyone was bone tired. Shelly and Ruby were squaring away the place trying to run out the door. It was 4:04 AM, Jon and Cowboy E were still around, a few others then…the front door blasted open, a guy with a cape over his face stumbled to the bar and ordered a beer. Half startled we stared to the front of the bar, the Pimp said “well can I get a drink”. Shelly was obviously bent out of shape, and it made her look more sexy in that baseball costume. Pimp was ousted out.

Again at 4:26 AM Pimp, in the same sorry disguise came back in. Shelly went nuclear on Pimp’s drunken ass, Jon went into firefighting mode. It ended with Pimp again staggering to his automobile, getting into it and driving off. One of these days Halloween will be even scarier if Pimp doesn’t listen to the chorus of bartenders who have attempted to take his keys from him.
Otherwise it was a real good night.

Later.

Love.

RJ

Halloween Karaoke Party

After missing the first karaoke night at 1762, I made it a point to make this one. There were many familiar faces, but just as many new ones present. Shelley and Ruby kept everyone happily intoxicated. The Owner was on hand. He even cooked up a gourmet spread of tortellini and string beans. A culinary genius. I guess that's why he owns a bar and not a restaurant.

The Limpin Pimp made a nuisance of himself at several junctures throughout the party. Highlights included him falling on his ass when he tried to sit on a stool, spinal manipulation by the Met Fan, and his resurfacing donning a cape after he had been cut off, so as to obscure his true identity.

Pregnant Lily won best costume, and rightfully so. She wore a nun's habit at 8.5 months. Awesome. And more importantly, she invited a hot friend. Wow. Like model material. And I remember her having red hair, though others disagree. We did agree that she was tall and had a red ribbon in her hair. Other details are somewhat sketchy due to alcohol distortion.

Despit Lily winning Best Costume, I think that Gin's costume was a close runner up. Next time you are her ask her about it. Very attention-getting design. Sometimed the best costumes are the simplest ones.

Everyone seemed to have a good time smiling, laughing, singing, and dancing. I was a little surprised that more 1762 regulars weren't present. If you missed this one, don't miss the next party!

Also, if you happened to take some pics that night please email them to me at seventeen62broadway@yahoo.com. I would love to post some here.

See you at 1762.
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[Viigo] Panthers pick Testaverde to start at QB vs. Colts

Yes! The Panthers realize that Vinnie is their best shot!

Coach John Fox on Friday named 43-year-old Vinny Testaverde the starting quarterback for Sunday's game against Indianapolis. Testaverde got the nod ahead of David Carr, who is recovering from a back injury.

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Identity Theft PSA

From wnbc.com:

L.I. Verizon Store Worker Accused Of I.D. Theft

POSTED: 9:37 am EDT October 24, 2007
UPDATED: 9:39 am EDT October 24, 2007
VALLEY STREAM, N.Y. -- A woman who worked for a Long Island Verizon store is accused of stealing the identities of more than 25 customers and using their personal information to obtain credit cards.

Police said Durraine Dunne, 26, of Queens, worked at the Green Acres Mall in Valley Stream.

She is charged with forgery, grand larceny, fraud and identity theft. She is scheduled to be arraigned later Wednesday.

It could not immediately determined if Dunne has a lawyer.

Having knowledge of many aspects of the growing Identity Theft problem [sorry, can't reveal my sources], the MO for this type of crime can involve the use of a second credit card reader that is possessed by the larcenous employee. Your CC is swiped in the store's reader as well as the illegal reader. To avoid this, watch you card when you hand it to the cashier. Your card should never leave your sight!
Can you rob me now? Good!

This Week's Hometown Zero

It has been a couple of weeks since we published this segment. Let's hear it for Good Behavior in the Five Towns and surrounding environs!
[APPLAUSE]
But alas, all good things must come to an end, so ends our streak. The following is from NY Newsday. Way to set an example, Mom!

Soccer mom charged with taking a chair to coach's head

10:09 AM EDT, October 23, 2007

ELMONT, N.Y. - A Long Island soccer mom is being charged with hitting her daughter's coach with a folding chair, because he gave her bad directions to a game. Nassau County Police say 33-year-old Alicia Vigil of East Rockaway was arrested at 11:10 p.m. Monday at her home, and charged with reckless endangerment.

Detective Frederick Goldman says the woman's daughter plays for the Lynbrook/East Rockaway Soccer Club. She was apparently upset about the directions the coach emailed her to the field at Sewanhaka High School - for a Sunday afternoon game.

Goldman says the two had words and the mom allegedly swung a folding chair hitting the coach in the face, cutting his lip and cheek. Police say the coach, who was not identified, refused medical attention.

7 Random Things

I subscribe to a blog called Pimp Your Work

Celine, the blogger there has tagged all of her readers and asks that we post 7 random things about ourselves, as she has done on her blog. So here goes.



1. I take approximately 15 different vitamins and supplements each day. Yep,...that's off the top of my head...

...Oh yeah, I almost forgot, add ginseng and gingko biloba for memory.



2. I enjoy creative pursuits including writing, drawing, and cooking. Oddly enough, I have never considered doing any of them professionally. I was always told that writers and artists starve. I would think that cooks do OK in that department.



3. My 14 year old daughter is teaching me how to play the guitar. In my first lesson I managed to crack myself across the bridge of my nose with the neck of the guitar. I don't recommend it.



4. I recently began to worry that I may have a drinking problem. Turns out that I don't. Luckily, I have been blessed with a non-addictive personality. That may be the best part of my DNA strands.



5. I have personally placed handcuffs on over 300 people. While some were practically begging for it, none of them liked it.



6. At forty years old I still enjoy playing video games. It helps me to maintain my cat-like reflexes. Coordination is another story. Remember the guitar incident?



7. I currently have three dogs as pets. Their combined weight is a paltry forty-three pounds. There is a lot to be said for small dogs. They make small poops for one thing. Makes cleaning up after them a little less unpleasant.



OK. That's it.



Let's hear from some of you now. Post your 7 Random Things here or elsewhere. Link here so we can share!

The "D" Word: All The Crazy People

It has happened and is happening to people I know and love dearly. I can’t remember exactly when it happened to me. I do remember choking back a wave of sadness when I lost one of my Marines to it. He committed suicide.

I remember fighting off the wave of sadness and regret when I was forced to retire from a career that was just starting. I remember the alienation and the pain of being an outsider. I remember going through hours of dark thoughts and bitter loneliness.

I had always longed for the haughty spirit of the warrior class to which I belong. To talk trash, show off pictures, compete in baseball, basketball or even a Marine Corps PFT (Physical Fitness Test). I remember being too stupid to be afraid of anything. Now I live in apprehension of myself in the darkness of my own domicile. I remember being someone my Marines looked up to. Now, there are days I can’t look at myself.

I remember confronting hatred and malice in a church I belonged to, only to be asked to leave. I remember when I graduated from a theological college only to realize I would not see the free thinkers and gospel givers again. I remember being dragged into court by my own family, I remember how they turned their backs on me after the Judge ruled in my favor. My own wife walked out on me for awhile and sided with the loosers in court, not the winner, her husband.

I remember when she came back, and my lost joy when I carried out the very command God gave Ezekiel when my wife died. I did not grieve in front of anyone, I would not hurt, I would not cry. I remember loosing my confidants from the old order, the children of the depression, my parents generation.

I remember loosing my Dad. That was worse, when I came back to New York at his request for ‘a visit’ he stared me down and told me he was going to die. I broke up in front of him. He grabbed me and put me straight.

When he died, I consoled everyone, my brothers thought I was stronger than heavy steel on a bitter cold day. I suffered a stroke, I had aggravation from people too ignorant to live and ongoing pain from both internal and skeletal injuries that are only getting worse. I have the darkness to hide in. It’s not just the ‘blues’ or ‘unwillingness to face reality’. The so-called friends and fast ‘acquaintances’ often say your being petty over nothing. You’re a strong person!

People treat you funny when you use the “D” word, that is depression. Some see it as a cop out, some think your not willing to confront your circumstance which some would blame all on you. “You made your bed, lie in it.” That quote or some other mealy mouthed words spewing from a cesspool of ignorance in the minds of those who call themselves your “friend.” People see you as weak, stupid, sorry, or ‘nuts’. Depression is a disease people die from, I lost a Marine to it.

I knew something was wrong with me, one day I was going to class after a fight with June, I grabbed my books and went for the door. I woke up on the floor the next morning, I thought it was still the day before.

I was sitting in my living room and heard a blast ( car back fire), I hit the deck and reached for a gun that wasn’t there. About 2 years ago I woke up screaming in a cold sweat my whole body in one big spasm. Less than 5 minuets later the Police were at my door.

I went to have myself checked out by ‘mental health care professionals’ (aka-shrinks). They ran several word tests and object association tests and gave me the classic clinical runaround. It was after group association testing the Ph.D’s and Medical Doctors started talking to me in a different tone of voice, I got scared. I quickly located all the exits in the building, hiding a sense of dread and anger for being ‘analyzed’. I just needed a long vacation in a place with lots of young half naked women.

They walked me past this padded room and I started to sweat when I saw a straight jacket. I was then seated in an office with soft chairs and no hard objects. Everybody was smiling at me, every one was being polite and kind.

I was frightened beyond all description. Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Hills Have Eyes, Marathon Man, One Flew Over the Cuckoos’ Nest, that’s what I was thinking.

I was concerned that some obscure law would be used to keep me in this facility. Now I was sorry I came there.

The Doctor walked in with a cup of coffee and sat down next to me and asked me if I wanted anything. “Maybe some water, please”. Doctor used the intercom and someone brought me water. The Doctor told me many things that day, explaining that there are several things that cause a person to undergo undue stress, on a test with 50 high stress items I had eight in the top ten and four in the next 20. The diagnosis was a form of depression many who served in the Military have.

The Doctor told me that time, events and emotional denial have made things a bit worse for me. Then she wanted to know if there was anything in my house I could use to hurt myself. That’s when I put the breaks on this interview. “Why? What is the reason for this question?” Doctor said, We always ask that question when dealing with depression. I respectfully declined to answer. “I won’t hurt myself, I have too many things to do”, I said in a low steady voice.

It was explained to me I was under an incredible amount of personal and professional stress and I needed to get ‘help’ as soon as possible. The Doctor noted that my posture had become decidedly aggressive, I apologized, but noted the circumstance and how intimidated I felt after being paraded past the ‘rubber room’. The Doctor laughed, I smiled ever so cautiously.

It was noted that my responses to most things were somewhat ‘deliberate’ due to growing up being challenged and discriminated against. My solution was to be something in the background, I was essentially a nobody who was only needed when something went wrong. That is what the Doctor’s were concerned about. I agreed to get some help.

Like any chronic disease, treatment is an ongoing part of life. High blood pressure, cancer, diabetes or whatever else one may have, you find a way to live with it. Cure comes with divine intervention. Let me throw some statistics at you, 1) Major depression is very common — it affects an estimated 19 million American adults every year. Nearly twice as many women (6.5%) as men (3.3%) suffer from depression each year.

2) Depression Statistics: General Fact Information
_ In any given year, about seven percent - between 13 million and 14 million people - will experience a depressive disorder.
_ Of those who develop depression, only about 20 percent will receive adequate treatment.
_ About 16 percent of adults will experience depression at some point in their life.
_ About 97 percent of those reporting depression also reported that their work, home life and relationships suffered as a result. (In total over 44 million Americans)
_ Depression can quadruple a person's risk of dying within 6 months after a heart attack.
_ Depression is also known to weaken the immune system, making the body more susceptible to physical illness.


3) Depression Statistics: Women Fact Information
_ Women are twice as likely to experience depression as men.
_ Approximately 7 million women in the United States are clinically depressed.
_ One in five women can expect to develop clinical depression at some time in her life.
_ Depression is the leading cause of disability in women.
_ Only one of every three depressed women will seek professional help.
_ Almost 15 percent of women suffering from severe depression will commit suicide.
_ About 10 percent of women will experience postpartum depression in the months following the birth of a child.
_ Married women have higher rates of depression than single women, with depression most likely during childbearing years.
_ Depression in women occurs most frequently between the ages of 25 and 44.

4) Depression Statistics: Men Fact Information
_ Though women experience depression at double the rate of men, men are three times as likely to commit suicide than women.
_ Suicide is most common among men who are separated, widowed, divorced.
_ One in seven men will develop depression within 6 months of becoming unemployed.
_ Retired men are also at an increased risk for depression.
_ Men recently diagnosed with depression are at double the risk of cardiovascular problems in the next five years. (From http://www.add-adhd-help-center.com/)

I sit in a cold, damp house occasionally making telephone calls and pursuing business leads. I spend a lot more time grieving and regretting than I want to.

I crawl out of the house when being around myself is too much to tolerate.

People who endure this disease medicate themselves with copious amounts of alcohol. They also seek a ‘good time’. Don’t believe me, some of you already know. Like Smokey Robinson said, I can see the ‘tracks of your tears’.

There are many dark forces and bad things happening in America that compel conditions like unemployment, under-employment, divorce, victimization, and other terrible things that bring on depression. We even pretend not to see a person who looks dazed or lonely, look close enough and we might see ourselves.

Many of us have had our joy stolen from us, broken relationships, departed friends or lovers, the death of a family member, the loss of a job. Emptiness, loneliness, alienation, physical and emotional pain are all slippery paths into the pit called depression. These are the 'crazy' people who make several different facial expressions while staring into a glass of beer.

Shame and humiliation dispensed by fools should not keep you from getting help. Many ‘great’ people went through significant depressions.

George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, General Sherman, Winston Churchill, General Patton, Dick Clark, Martin Luther King, Jr., Oprah Winfrey, Diana-Princess of Wales, Terry Bradshaw and hundreds of others fought or still fight depression.

Some of us take things harder than others, depression doesn't have to be 'terminal' as long as you do something other than self medicate yourself. (Trust me, your a lousy doctor if you are your own patient).

Getting checked for depression is like getting checked for anything else, diabetes, cancer, high blood pressure or venereal disease. So get checked.

To those who are depressed or, If your a self righteous hypocrite that talks about someone in need of help for depression, follow this advice;

Overcome Yourself.

Love

RJ

Low testosterone in men linked to earlier death

Here is a PSA, alcohol lowers testosterone. That means that all of us male boozers may be lopping years off of our pathetic lives.

To counter the effects you may want to try an OTC supplement used by weightlifters to boost T-levels. the supplement is called Tribulus Terrestris and is available at most vitamin outlets.

NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - Older men with low levels of the hormone testosterone may die sooner than other men their age with normal testosterone levels, a study suggests.

Jeter's statement on Torre's influence

"Out of my great respect for Mr. Torre, I have refrained from comment until he had a chance to address the public.

"In my eyes, Joe Torre is more than a Hall of Fame manager. He is a friend for life, and the relationship we have shared has helped shape me in ways that transcend the game of baseball. His class, dignity, and the way he respected those around him--from ballplayers to batboys--are all qualities that are easy to admire, but difficult to duplicate.

"I have known Mr. Torre for a good majority of my adult life, and there has been no bigger influence on my professional development. It was a privilege to play for him on the field, and an honor to learn from him off the field.

Preppie Killer Pinched

I saw this story on the news this evening. Again, he made statements that professed his innocence. What a piece of shit. Someone needs to Dahmer his ass when he goes inside.

AP - The so-called "Preppie Killer," who served 15 years in prison for strangling a woman in Central Park during what he said was rough sex, was in jail Tuesday after police said he repeatedly sold undercover officers cocaine out of his apartment.

Another Sorry Saturday Night: A PMS Moon?

It was Saturday night, the Indians lost to the Red Sox (payback is a bitch Croc) forcing Game 7 in the ALCS. I left home after a wonderful evening with some long time family friends I haven’t seen in a while.

I said to my self, “self I’m very happy, well fed and feeling pretty good despite my ongoing suffering.” So I decided to screw up a perfectly good mindset and go to the ancient dive on a beautiful October Saturday Night.

I came in the front, I expected to see the night crowd that usually filters in, I expected the joint to jump to either some head banging music or another fool playing Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab” (something some self-medicated regulars should think about).

But to my disdain, the ancient dive was near empty. Brad was hitting the highway as I walked in the door, Raul (a semi-regular) was even finding his way out but said he would return.

Ruby was behind the bar, trying her best to be friendly and professional. Why? The dive had just a little more noise going on than a morgue on Sunday morning. What the hell happened in this place. He staggered back in the bar (apparently laying in a dark corner out behind the bar) a semi-regular who I won’t mention for fear of being stomped, and I will keep anonymous for the sake of this post (like you won’t figure it out anyway).

Ruby fetched him a beer and I asked him, what happened in here? Why is this place dead? (He lit a cigarette at the bar and Ruby chased him in the back) I followed him to the smoking section to get the scoop. (Ruby rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath) “Well, PT had got off the day shift and she had a few, ya know, she was feeling no pain – know what I mean”... yeah I said as he caught his balance after reaching in his pants (for what, I don’t know).

“So, there was a few folks hanging out, Doc and his nephew, some others, Dino, Mickey and his old lady, what’s her name…well fuck it, I forget” he said as he sat next to the new bowling game. “So PT was still drinking on our side of the bar, she got really twisted, ya know and went into a schitzo kinda trip. She was talking to Pete’s old lady, then she pushed her and was laughing one second and crying the next.” He put out his smoke and eased his way back to the bar.

I asked him, 'so what happened?' “Everybody got on edge…then the Owner appeared, the ‘Bossman’ himself. PT had Ruby by the hair, snatched the back of Ruby's head, pulled out her pony tail and then she (PT) was going off about all kinds of shit. Bossman asked Doc to take PT home because she couldn’t drive. Bossman and PT got into an argument out back and her people started jumping into it, one of her newphews. All I know is that PT quit, she ain’t going to work for Bossman no more.”

What happened to the crowd I asked. “Why stay, everybody got the fuck out, too much shouting, too much bullsh…” he sneezed. I looked at Ruby who said she didn’t want to talk about it and asked the bastard if he wanted anything else. “No, I’m gonna go the toilet and do my business and leave. (The mens head was a wet, nasty, leaky mess). The bastard nearly tripped and smashed into the pool table coming out of the mens room. He left.

Now me and Raul were the only ones in the dive. I asked Ruby if she was alright. She said “yeah, I’m just fine.” Her sarcasm ripped into me like a bad joke delivered with a used Kleenex. Pissed was an understatement for Ruby’s state of being. Ruby was quite civil, very polite and brimming with resentment, not at me, but at her situation, an empty bar on a payday Saturday night. Ruby’s voice was not her usually melodious self, more like Darth Bitch with PMS.


I played some music and got myself into a fun frame of mind. Ruby, started to cheer up as regulars filtered in after midnight. The bar was essentially empty from about 8:30PM to about Midnight. An empty bar on a Saturday Night is sort of like an empty church on Sunday morning. But the regulars kept coming, a few couples then Raul came back, then Cary came in looking his usual sharp self telling me details of ‘Scaryoke Night’.

Hector and Ellie showed up (Ellie was hurting bad but in good spirits), let Hector know he shot several great games on Wednesday night, taking the team to victory in league eight ball. Then Chucky showed up and chilled out for awhile which really helped Ruby calm down. Some late nighters came in and the dive kinda got the edge off. But the carnage has already been done.

Another bartender out the door, another sorry ‘slap down’ Saturday Night, angry customers, alienated regulars and another pissed off Bartender who could have made more money selling porn in front of Our Lady of the Sorry Drunk, than she did in any other four hours on any other Saturday Night tending bar. I guess that’s why Shelly wasn’t here to share the joy.

Love

RJ.

Tour of the Champion: Part 3 - Suffering & Regret

I asked Aunt Emmie’s forgiveness for calling so late and asked if June was there. Aunt Emmie handed the phone to June. Aunt Emmie and Shaniqua went to bed. Jana stayed with June. We talked. I brought up everything I knew. I could here her sigh with relief, she didn’t leave out any event. Jodi has been in LA about once every two weeks since early March. Everything was brought to light.

June’s voice was very shaky as she told me everything, including how he intimidated her with weapons, she hid nothing and said, “I’m wrong, how do I make this right.” “Get checked by your gynecologist and have the results ready for me when I get home.” “When I see you, we’ll decide how you can make this right.” I told her I will always love her and hung up.

“Did she admit that Jodi Price had sex with her” demanded “T”. “Why do you want to know all about my business”, I shouted. “T” raised his open hand in anger and pointed it at me, then he exhaled, got calm and motioned his hands downward, “its my business because you asked for my help, also Cpl. Jodi Price is bound by the Uniform Code.” ‘I understand, sorry “T”.’ “I need to know details, I’m going to record your statement”, “T” said in a cold professional way.

I told “T” everything June said. I sat as he transferred my statement to NIS Regional Agency, Camp Pendleton. “Pursuant to UCMJ Articles, 80, 120, 120a, 125, 128 and 134, that is Attempted Rape, Stalking, Sodomy, Assault, Conduct unbecoming of a Marine, also sale and distribution of marijuana and cocaine. NIS forwards the request for the immediate military apprehension of Corporal Jodi Price…forwarded by request of Commanding Officer,…NIS Okinawa, by direction.” “T” then confirmed receipt.

“NIS Pendleton already has him on the dope, they knew about him and your wife too. Our Agents didn’t know if she was an accomplice or not. Now we know she was a victim. We can now bust him. Her statement will get him brig time for several years.” “Will June have to testify at his Courts-Martial?” “Probably. I think he’ll get a Military Lawyer to plea deal it all out.”

“Hey, Sergeant” snapped “T” “hold your head up. This is all but wrapped up.” “How long did they know this” I asked.” “About 2 months, a little after the Operation Bear Stalker inquiry” said “T”. “Why didn’t anybody tell me.” “T” cocked his head, looked me in the eye and said, “tell you, so you could fly home and torture a mother fucker like you did at….” “Don’t, don’t even bring it up, I was cleared, I never betrayed the honor of the Corps”, I stated defensively.

“T” took me back to my barracks. It was early Saturday evening. I didn’t check in with Gunny because he knew where I was. In fact, he knew everything. I sat on my bunk and cried, then I got angry. I put my awards all in one bag and took out the small bible Daddy gave me and asked God to forgive me for what I decided to do. I took my K-Bar and cut myself under the my left thumb and made a blood oath to kill Jodi Price. I decided he would die by my hand.

“Where the fuck is James,” growled Gunny as he entered the hallway at the sentry’s desk. “In his room Gunny”, replied the PFC pointing down the hall. ‘Now what, what the hell does he want with me now.’ Before Gunny could pound on my door I ditched the K-Bar, put the bloody Kleenex in the GI can and sat at my desk. “Come in Gunny, I asked “what’s up.”


Gunny Townsend said, “RJ, I’ll ask you, what’s going through your head kid.” I’m a little down Gunny but I will not let anything in my personal life effect my duty. “Is that right? In my experience when a man’s wife has been violated he feels he’s been violated. You feel vulnerable because you weren’t there for your woman” said Gunny as he looked in the GI (garbage) can. Gunny sat down on my rack and looked me in the eye. “If the Corps wanted you to have a wife we would have issued you one” Gunny then looked at my hand.

“Look kid, you have been desperately compromised. I’m not going to let you return to duty on Wednesday. Headquarters 3rd Marines wanted to take your clearance, that’s not gonna happen. You will be evaluated for both mental and physical fitness come Wednesday. We have to know where your head is at.” Gunny then said, “I sincerely hope the cut you sustained was an accident. If it was self inflicted that would be evidence of a major malfunction in my Marine.”

‘I’m fine Gunny, I’m not gonna crack up.’ Gunny smiled, “Get the fuck out of here! Aldridge and Jimenez are having a party on the beach, some of the folks there you know. So git. Git the fuck outta here, find a place to stay in town. Understand.” ‘O.K. Gunny.’ As I showered and prepared for the night, Gunny gave instructions to the Duty NCO. After I left I saw the investigation team from Central pull up. Not my concern. I went to the party.

It was a blast, pretty Ricky Jimenez, (he calls himself ‘pretty’ a Puerto Rican stud from Brooklyn) born to satisfy, was being mocked and ridiculed by all the WM’s while Aldridge (muscle bound knife freak) was putting on a song and dance routine that got him thrown into the surf. “Hey RJ”, said a soft southern accent, it was Sergeant Cece Landreu, we came up the ranks together (a slim fine light skin black woman who God blessed with all kinds of endowments). We exchanged greetings and then we walked off.

Cece worked at the Brig, as a female MP in the orient, she was very protected but not assigned to base patrol. This pissed her off big time. “ “T” told me what your going through,” Cece said as we held hands walking along a perfectly gorgeous spring night. She shared some terrible experiences she had in her own life and gave me insight on how to approach this with June.

Cece said, RJ, come with me back to my place, let me help you sort some things out, beside we have some unfinished business. My heart pounded madly, I was fighting guilt and anger. I didn’t want to go with her but she was dressed in all white, almost angelic and I didn’t dare say no to her. Cece and I left together, Jimenez and Aldridge grinned like drunken sailors at a peep show, then came to attention as we walked past. I just shook my head as Cece laughed.

We left in her car, talked and did some catching up. I knew some of what she went through, I kept her from being raped when she was a young lance corporal and I was her Assistant Squadleader. Although she had made some real bad decisions she was meritoriously promoted twice, damn hard to do as a male Marine, almost unreal as a WM (Woman Marine). She opened the door to her apartment, “Come in Rod (her nickname for me). We entered and she closed the door. It was Saturday evening.

Dawn was going to break soon in Los Angeles, at one of the tunnel underpasses of the 101 Freeway in Los Angeles near the Train Station waited Melvin. He had over 5 ½ pounds of sinsemilla, a .22 caliber pistol, two planned escape routes and no patience for fuck ups. He was ready to get back in his car when Jodi showed up. Jodi got out of his Chevy pick up and walked toward Melvin.


“Look man this is the last time I’m dealin’ with you” said Melvin. Jodi angrily shouted, “What the fuck, I always have your cash don’t I.? Melvin in a low tone, “I told you not to mess with June didn’t I? “What’s it to you” shouted Jodi. “Quiet fool,” Melvin lit his cigarette and continued, “you stepped in more shit than you know, where’s my money?” Jodi produced a small bag, Melvin counted $2,500 dollars, then counted again.

“Its all there Melvin,” Jodi said angrily. Melvin handed over the high grade pot in a small backpack. “Don’t call me no more” said Melvin. Both Jodi and Melvin got in their vehicles and took off. When Melvin got to Chinatown he stopped at a restaurant, got out of his car and into another vehicle. “He got the grass” said the Detective, “Yeah he got the grass said Melvin”. “Pass the cash”, said the Detective (a grimy, greasy, nasty looking piece of white trash). Melvin gave him the money shaking his head.

“What you shaking your head for boy, your black ass should be in jail,…thank your snake slick lawyers for the deal you got.” The Detective looked at him with total contempt and said, “go home and keep out of sight for a week, don’t talk to anyone except your lawyer or me.” Melvin got out of the beat up station wagon and back into his piece of shit Pontiac 2 door and took off.

Before Jodi headed for June’s (he didn’t know she wasn’t home) he headed to East LA to hook up with Rosa, who was June’s coworker’s (Lucinda) sister. Rosa was a nurses assistant studying to be an RN at White Memorial (Rosa was a hot freak). Rosa was waiting for him. As he entered her home the dawn was starting to break. “Hey Rosa, show me what’s under the housecoat” said Jodi as he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass.

Rosa said “Jodi lets party some, O.K.” “Yeah, sounds good to me,” Jodi said as he removed Rosa’s housecoat. “Wow, what a treat,” Jodi’s eyes popping wide open at the red tinted see through bra and red edible panties. Rosa had Jodi drinking vodka as he smoked his grass through a blue glass bong, watching Rosa dance for him. This went on for about an hour. Then Rosa invited him into the bedroom.

“Get naked poppi,” said Rosa as she massaged her vagina. Wobbling, Jodi stripped, Rosa pushed him on the bed and said, “I wanna get kinky poppi, O.K.” “Alright, this is what I need,” said Jodi. As he lay in the bed Rosa climbed on top of him and stretched his hand up to the head board. The ratcheting sound of a handcuff got Jodi startled, “What the hell..”. “You said this is what you need, its going to be goood poppi, real goood.” Rosa then cuffed the other hand to the head board.

She slid down the bed until her head was at Jodi’s groin and started licking his testicles. Jodi was out of his mind feeling the warmth of her mouth on his family jewels.

“Jodi baby, you know what HPV is” said Rosa. “Some East Los mariachi band, …no I don’t know” Jodi moaned. “It’s a type of V.D. I have Jodi and I’ve only been doin’ it with you for the last two months, no man but you for the last year.” She had Jodi’s balls in her hand and licked them lightly.

“Baby what are you saying,” Jodi replied nervously. Between licks Rosa said, “I got a strain of HPV that comes almost always from anal sex Jodi, who you been fuckin in the ass.” Jodi tried to hold his head up but couldn’t, “let me loose baby, I’ll tell you about it.” “Tell me now Jodi, who? Rosa’s eyes were ice cold as she still licked Jodi’s balls nestled gently in her hands.”
“Ahh…some bitch in Tijuana, baby.” “Does that bitch have a 213 area code Jodi.”

Jodi pulled on the handcuffs, they got tighter. “When you left your wallet here two weeks ago I found a number, when I called it, guess who answered” her eyes on Jodi’s face, still licking his testicles and getting him erect, “guess” she said softly. “I don’t know, I get a lot phone numbers” whispered Jodi. “It was June who answered Jodi.” “Why would you have her number and only her number in your wallet” said Rosa as she now massaged Jodi’s erect penis.

“I check in on her once in a while”, look let me loose and I’ll tell you all about it, said Jodi as he tried to wriggle himself from Rosa’s grasp. “Don’t move to fast Jodi, you don’t want to hurt yourself,” Rosa’s lips now moving along the base of Jodi’s penis, his testicles in both her hands, “did you screw June in the ass, did you Jodi.” “Yeah,…look we did it once, that’s all,” shouted Jodi. “Now let me loose” he demanded as his penis got soft.

“You know what the cure is for HPV Jodi?” Rosa held his manhood much more firmly now, “none Jodi, there is no cure. I’ll have to get surgery to remove the warts.” “Jodi baby, I hope your surgery goes better than mine” said Rosa coldly.

“What surgery are you talking about” shouted Jodi. Before he knew it Rosa produced a long hatpin while holding his balls in both hands. Jodi tried to kick her, then all of the sudden a blood curdling scream could be heard from Rosa’s house all the way to the corner.

Detectives from LAPD moved quickly banging on the door, Rosa opened it. “Ma’am are you alright” said the scumbag looking detective. “Fine officer, If your looking for Jodi he’s in the bedroom.” They went in and saw a man handcuffed to a bed, contorting in agony, bleeding from the groin area with a hatpin through his testicles. “The bitch is gonna die, I’ll kill you bitch” screamed Jodi. Two detectives cringed as the uniform officer said, “talk about body piercing.”

In Okinawa, Cece and I stopped for some food, we got to her place and talked for quite a while. “Rod, (her special nickname for me) why didn’t you pursue me.” “You were dating a First Sergeant who was married, pursuing you became political and dangerous”, I said while looking in her eyes. “I just couldn’t believe the young corporal who bitch slapped a clansman, who intimidated a lieutenant, and stood before a Colonel, would be scared of a First Sergeant” Cece said slowly.

“O.K., I deserve that, being called ‘scared’ (she pushed my button). I knew to compete with everyone I would have had to ask you to marry me.” “Why didn’t you, said Cece sipping on some saki.” “Because I had nothing to give you at the time, nothing of substance…I just felt I couldn’t ask.” “I’m staying in the Corps Rod, if things don’t work out with June, stay in the Corp with me. I have no trouble being loyal to you” declared Cece.

We talked some more, as she layed on the couch with her head in my lap (I sat at the end of the couch). “Your sleeping out here tonight, I’m going to bed. There’s beer in the fridge. I’m going to Church at Central in the morning, you going?” inquired Cece. “No, drop me off at the barracks, I’ll figure out what to do with myself Cece”. Cece had put on a long black mans shirt and said she was off to bed. “You could have had me Rod, someday you just might, but not tonight.”

Morning came Cece dropped me off at MPD North, I checked in with Sergeant Walton who immediately called Gunny Townsend. “What’s the problem Walt, your looking at me like I’m some kind of victim” I said leaning against the wall. “What’s going on now Walt, What? “A crime unit from Central was here last night in your room. I think things are now out of Gunny’s hands RJ, something weird is going on” said Walton with tremble in his voice.

(What happens to Cpl. Jodi Price, Why do RJ's fellow Marines treat him as a 'casualty', Is June infected with V.D.? What kind of strain does this put on RJ? Continued)

Puking, Sucking, and Drinking

Went by last night. Apparently Wednesday is no longer lesbian night. Again, I didn't get the memo. Shelley was tending, the pool team was home, and there was a pretty good crowd, for 1762 anyway. Drank a couple of pints of Brooklyn Oktoberfest. Shelley said it was supposed to taste like pumpkin. I didn't get that. More like winter spices, nutmeg and such.
Chatted it up with RJ, Timmy, Hector, Nellie. Filsy popped in, bearing White Castle cheeseburgers. I know those "murder burgers", "belly bombers", etc. can have some undesirable after effects. I never saw those effects occur so quickly and uncontrollably as last night. ERL ate ONE burger. As soon as he swallowed the last bite, he puked without warning right at the bar. Thankfully, he was able to run out the front door for the bulk of the spewing.
	I got to see Limpin' Pimp. He looks bad. His limp is worse. He was covered in scrapes and abrasions. His lips were even burned. From hot soup. So he claims. I've seen lips burned like that. And it doesn't happen from eating soup. In a past lifetime, when I had regular dealings with drug dealers and addicts, I saw lips that had been similarly burned. Crackheads would burn their lips sucking the glass dick. Cheaper than heroin I guess.
The Other Owner, who plays on the pool team, was there as well. Nice guy, very knowledgeable about beer. It is his business. In an act of generosity, he bought me a Gouden Carolus. This is a Belgian beer that is well-reviewed. You may want to treat yourself to one the next time you stop in. Just be warned, it isn't cheap. But damn, it was good.

"Candy's" Birthday Bash

As many of you already know, Candy celebrated her 40th birthday over at 1762 last night. While I wasn't there to partake in the festivities I did have an opportunity to speak with revelers who filled me in with some details.

As is appropriate for any 1762 celebration, Shelley was "manning" the helm. The Owner was also in attendance, being his usual boisterous and ownerly self.

The birthday girl was lavished with gifts that included a stunning bouquet of roses, 11 pure white, and 1 romantic red. Candy also received, well, candy in the form of some gourmet chocolate, teas, and other treats befitting of a sweet young lady. Also included in the gifts was a special bottle, a bottle of single barrel J.D. Mmm!
Apparently the showering of gifts moved the birthday to tears, "feeling the love", if you will from head-to-toe!

The Pirate, who deals in bootleg movies, was there early along as was the day tour 'tender. Doc was also in attendance with his nephew.

Candy seemed somewhat distracted from her dart game, apparently overcome by the outpouring of generosity. As it should be expected, Candy benefited from backups purchased for her by the 1762'ers.

In the midst of the party the jukebox went down for a brief time, and surprisingly, the Owner actually fixed it! The Owner also had to play plumber when the ladies room toilet overflowed. Pretty handy, just not with air conditioning!

RJ and The Pirate made an Oreo with Zu' filling, apparently enjoying it and shouting, "OREO HAPPENING HERE." Zu' was herself, flirty all night.

Others in attendance included Jon, Pregnant Lily, Gin, Ka'tee without Ka'cee,and Filsy, who is working on a new Halloween flyer because IT WILL ALSO BE KARAOKE NIGHT!

Candy was getting expressions of love and thanks from everyone, her birthday cake was a tray of cupcakes with candles in it. Candy was beside herself happy and just didn't know what to feel about being the object of so much obvious affection. The owner cut out around 1 AM. RJ and Candy closed the place.

Dart Home Game TONIGHT

In addition to Candy's birthday celebration, tonight is a Home game for the Dart team.

Pregnant Lily has informed me that this will be her last of the season, due to impending childbirth.

Happy Birthday to "Candy"

Tomorrow night at 1762, we will be celebrating Candy's birthday. Stop in. Have some cake. Buy her a DRINK! See that beautiful smile!

Speaking of drinks, I went to Costco today. They have a "Best of Belgium" 18-pack for $20.99. It includes 6 each of Stella Artois, Hoegarden, and Leffe. This is a pretty good buy. Retail for a six pack of each is anywhere from $8 to $10.

Tour of the Champion Part 2: Harder Realities

Continued …… (See Part 1)

It was getting late and near the midnight hour, calling from the bar, I checked in with the Desk Sergeant at MPD North and he notified Gunny.

I got on the phone with Sergeant Remming, (Black haired, hazel eyed New Englander with a gun fetish) I asked for some details into the ‘real’ reason this shit was happening to me.

“The scuttlebutt I’m hearing is it has to do with your clearance, Operation Bear Stalker and your wife,…that’s all the scoop I can get and its second hand..”

As the clock passed midnight I was ending my conversation with Remming who informed me that he had not only notified Gunny at the SNCO barracks, but logged the call for my benefit. “Hey RJ,…watch your ass and do what you gotta do,” then Remming hung up. “Hey man we gotta go,” “T” then whispered something in Haruka’s ear, she got off his lap and headed for the ladies room with Kayo in tow.

Kayo drove as “T” and Haruka made out in the back. We got to their place (nice two bedroom unit in an older building) and started to get crazy but not loud, being considerate of neighbors. “Stay here till late tomorrow afternoon, RJ, I’m gonna go to NIS and contact the field office in Osaka…gonna start some shit and get some answers. I told “T” what Remming said. “T” shook his head “RJ, lets handle your personal shit first then deal with Battalion.”

Kayo was dressed in a fishnet skirt with velcro fasteners in the back, her see through undies revealed that she was as clean shaven as a Marine Private before an I.G. inspection. Haruka was in a black silk skirt that was very mini, her firm round cantaloupe sized breasts were impressive for an oriental woman her size. Her bare legs shined and had the sweet scents of orange and cherry. “T” was now in a dark robe which Haruka tore into and then she jumped on “T”.

I was still in my clothes and nervous as Kayo looked at me more like a victim than a sex toy. Kayo sat next to me in a love seat that was near the window. She asked me if I wanted anything to drink. ‘Cold water please,’ she knew I was nervous and she sensed fear, she was the predator, she was cautious and deliberate. I sucked down the glass of water as I started to sweat.

Whatever we drank at the bar and in the car amplified my senses, I touched myself and could feel it all over. “You need to get out of those clothes before you sweat all over them.” Kayo quickly stripped me, leaving me in my skivvies. “Get outta those too” she ordered as I put on the robe she brought me. She then sat in my lap, finishing her cigarette, staring at me inquisitively. “What would you like for me to do for you,” Kayo asked.

“Just hold me, I don’t really want to do anything else,” Kayo smiled, “staying celibate for the girl back home.” ‘Yeah, something like that.’ Kayo kissed my cheek whispering, “I don’t have V.D. and I’ve had more shots than you did processing in…you won’t catch anything here.” I whispered, ‘Your not worried about catching anything from me?’ “Kayo smiled, ““T” will kill you if I get anything from you, beside your scared of oriental women, I can tell.”

She was right. V.D. films had me shying away from getting my flagpole wet in any of that yellow tail no matter how fine it was. But right now, I was subject to this weird high. And the drinks I had seemed to work on me like nothing I ever had before. I heard “T” moan through the walls and then silence as Kayo still stared at me. Kayo stood up in front of me, her crotch to my face and said, “will you trust me?” My mind screamed NO! My lips said ‘yeah’.

What do you do for a living? I asked (that sounded like a dumb question even to me, until I got the answer). “Me and Haruka own a club by White Beach,…stage entertainment, drinks, private areas for games, and of course a good sized grill”, Kayo continued as she got these yellow tie strips, a jar, and a sweat band. She pulled me off of the love seat and guided me to her bedroom.

She put the sweat band on my head, asked me to lie on her bed, she tied my hands to her head board and all the while kept talking about her club. “We do certain kinds of exotic entertainment for clientele who want a special kind of club experience, of course there is a gratuity involved…,” Kayo then rubbed herself down and put something on her lips saying “In the U.S., I learned a lot about how to keep American men happy…here I learned acupuncture .”

Kayo then sat on my gut, took my head in her hands and tongue kissed me (her kiss had a bitter/fruitlike taste). I was already sensitive to touch, now I was starting to burn all over, my heart raced and my body started to be both in pain and pleasure at the same time. I was overcome with anxiety, before I could tell her to let me loose, she put a ball gag in my mouth and cinched it in back of my head.

She pushed my legs open and rubbed something on my erect manhood. Kayo then took some kind of long thin pin to my urinary opening, my chest rose as my muffled scream was never heard. Everything faded to white as I twisted and turned in a full body orgasm. It felt like I was cumming from every part of myself and I don’t remember what happened after she mounted me.

Meanwhile on the other side of the world…. The rust colored AMC Javelin pulled up to Aunt Emmie and Uncle Jake’s. Shaniqua (my cousin) ran out to greet June and Jana. They cooked, shared a meal and then sat around the table to talk.

“How’s my nephew, June,” said Uncle Jake as he poured his wine. “He’s doing O.K, he should be home in less than 40 days” June chimed. “Uh Huh, well what is that other dude coming round your house think about that” said Uncle Jake.

June became defensive saying, “I don’t talk to Winton, I even have an order of protection against him.” “Not Winton, that other dude in a uniform, looks something like R.J.’s” asked Uncle Jake. June was paranoid. “A Marine” she said as her eyes bugged.” “Yeah,” said Uncle Jake emphatically. “He checks on me to see if I’m O.K., June said. Uncle Jake took a sip “I see”. “RJ must trust him an awful lot, as for me, having any man look after my wife, when I’m away, sheeit, never happen” as he looked at June’s guilty face.

Aunt Emmie said, “honey child, you better put things in order before RJ gets home or you’ll have hell on your hands. You better break it off clean and get yourself checked out by a doctor while your at it.” Aunt Emmie reached for her bible and looked Jana in the face. “Don’t look so shocked, we know you’ve been a go between for that so called Marine and June. Why, why do this to RJ,” said Aunt Emmie in a soft voice. June, shook her head, “How…”

“We know from Melvin (DeeDee’s Son, second cousin), June” said Aunt Emmie as she opened her bible. “Melvin! How did he….”. Uncle Jake spoke up, “Melvin sold that there Marine dude enough weed in the last two months to put a down payment on Rudy’s car (Rudy, another cousin). Oh Yeah, Rudy knows too.” June put her head in her hands, embarrassed and shamed. “He blackmailed me, he had a gun too. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do, but Jana helped me."

Uncle Jake said, “Adan’s people are from the same town in Jamaica that there Winton fool is from. I do believe there gonna talk to Winton. You better end all those other liaisons, understand.” “Maybe we better go Jana, said June.” “If RJ told you to come here you better believe he’s gonna call here, If your not here I won’t lie for you,” said Uncle Jake as he pointed at June.

At the same time in Los Angeles, at his apartment on Mascot near LaBrea, Winton stands outside his apartment trying to figure out why his car won’t start.

Winton talking to himself says, “Man I got to get to June’s, I’ll call Benji’s taxi (gypsy cab) to take me over to Westmoreland.” Winton’s cab shows up but Benji isn’t driving and it has two other fares.

Winton asks, “Mon, where Benji,” “Benji go to Vegas”, I’m drivin, you riding?” said the Rastaman in blue, his dreads covered by a large red, black and green beanie, making him look like the ‘Cat in the Hat’ (Dr Seuss). Yeh Mon, said Winton as he jumped in. “Where to”said the cab driver, Winton replied “Westmoreland at Olympic”. Rasta Cab Driver said “No Problem, I just have to drop this fare.” “O.K. Lets go shouted Winton.”

All the passengers greeted each other, the Rastamen noted that each of them were originally from the Clarendon area of Jamaica, but being Rasta, they were raised beyond Swift River valley just below the Blue Mountains. “My ex-girlfriend is from that area, yea man. Yea, I go to see her now, I know she’s home about this time. She marry some vicious asshole Marine, I get her back soon, man, soon.”

Both ‘fares’, wearing dreadlocks, offered Winton a flask that had Gin in it, after each took a swallow, Winton being social took a drink. They conversed as they drove south to Kenny Hahn Park on LaCienega.

Winton became disoriented and got agitated. “Where you guys goin” said Winton. “To a Picnic Mon, pass him the joint.” The car pulled to the back end of the lot and the men stepped out. “You want to join us for a smoke before we go down and join the crowd.”

Winton, a wanna be Rasta said O.K. just for a minuet. The Rasta Cab Driver said, I’ll wait here as he blasted an EEK-A-MOUSE (Jamaican Band) jam. They strolled up a hill and down a ridge out of sight of the rest of the park facing a very scenic view of the “HOLLYWOOD” sign. Winton sky high, took another toke, suddenly, Winton grabbed his groin, breathless, Rastaman in black kicked Winton in the balls. The Gin laced with pills didn’t dull the ass-kicking.

Doubling over, Winton dropped to the ground, Rastaman Brown kicked Winton as he tried to get up, you could hear his lungs echo from the pounding. The beating lasted about five minuets, Winton, bloody all over, tried again to get up only to be slapped down by Rastaman Black saying “Hey Mon, don’t fuck with another mans family, don’t mess with another mans wife. If dere’s a nex time we won’t be so nice, undertaker work go into the ground man”.

The three men drove off never to be seen again. Winton crawled to the bottom of the hill to be greeted by the LAPD. Winton, bloody and ragged, climbed to his feet and staggered toward the officers, smelling of Ganja and liquor.

“Dem beat me,” screamed Winton, “Dem beat me”. “What’s your name, sir said the tall cop. “Winton”. “Give me your I.D.” said the female cop. Winton wobbled as he gave the female officer a green card that had expired.

“How long you been out here drinking” said the tall officer. Winton now nearly totally incoherent tried to explain the cab ride and what happened. The tall cop lost all patience, after hooking up Winton for drunk and disorderly, they all drove off. Winton eventually ended up at Parker Center. During the ride the cops ascertained that Winton was looking for a married woman who’s husband was in the Marines. Winton’s troubles were just beginning.

It was now late Saturday afternoon in Okinawa as I became conscious. I did not see Kayo or Haruka. Oddly, I was not hung over, but ravenously hungry, my manhood was sore, with trepidation I looked down at it. Everything looked O.K. I urinated and it hurt at first and then it felt utterly awesome. As I got out of the bathroom, Kayo stared at me. ‘Where’s “T”’ I implored. “Good afternoon to you to RJ. “T” is at NIS Okinawa.” He’ll be back soon.

Kayo and Haruka had cooked a meal of fish, vegetables and Yaka Soba that smelled great. They sat me down and placed a bowl of the meal in front me, I prayed, thanked them and ate. As I finished “T” showed up. “RJ, Good News and Bad News, I had some friends run a warrant check on Winton, he’s locked up in Parker Center for drunk and disorderly. I called some people with INS. He’ll probably be deported.”

“The bad news my brother is that June has a visitor in one Corporal Price, one of your former lance coolies when you got attached to the Force (Fleet Support).

We know he’s been buying weed, we're finding out from where, we will bust him. Probability is he’s been fuckin your wife. Sorry to have to tell you this man. I think that’s why your clearance is being reviewed.”

“T”, get me to the YMCA so I can call home. (I was devastated) “I’m taking you back to your barracks, get in uniform, come with me to Kadena and call from there.” Kayo and Haruka said they would see us later. As “T” drove to Hansen I was quiet. “T” said, “Do you really want to spend your life with June, I mean, if she can be tempted like this…” I broke in, ‘Look, I didn’t want to leave her behind, the Corps issued orders, I follow them.’ I left her alone. Its my fault.’

In Bakersfield, it was late but Aunt Emmie, June, Jana and Shaniqua were still up, talking. June talked about her ordeal and some weird solutions. “So let me get this straight,” said Aunt Emmie, “you didn’t let this man have you, that is he didn’t get your…” “Pussy Mama, she didn’t give up the pussy” barked Shaniqua. “O.K. then, what kind of sex were you having with this other Marine, said Aunt Essie with absolute astonishment.

June said, he had me get naked, I let him kiss me but not tongue kissing. “Sex woman what kind of sex was the question” Shaniqua said impatiently. June snapped back,“I let him have my ass but not my snatch.” “What”, Aunt Emmies jaw dropped.” “I let Jodi fuck me in the ass just the one time but I never give him my pussy.” “Really”, said Shaniqua with total sarcasm. “What other bedtime stories you got for me tonight.”

“Its true, after Jodi ass fuck me that one time, Jana got me a chastity belt. I wear a nicely fitted, padded stainless steel chastity belt now with two keys. I have one hidden but I tell Jodi, I mailed RJ the other key.” Jana said, “Jodi got mad, but he still comes around to buy weed and he still threatens to blackmail June.

Aunt Emmie was beside herself with outrage and indignation. “What kind of low-lifin, heathen, sodomite trash are you involved with. Is this Jodi the only one who has been ass-screwing you” said Aunt Emmie, “or are there others.”

“Just Jodi, you don’t have to believe me, I’m telling the truth” June cried. The phone rang loudly throughout the house. “Shaniqua answered, “whoever this is it better be an emergency or a wrong number”.

“Shaniqua, its RJ, I’m sorry to call so late…” “RJ, hey Cousin, how are you!” “Fine Shaniqua, is Aunt Emmie there” I inquired. “Hold On. Mama, RJ” said Shaniqua, looking at June as she passed the phone to Aunt Emmie.

(Will June ever come ‘clean’? What about Winton? What is “T” going to do for RJ? What happens to Jodi?)

To be continued.

RJ

NO DRINKING ANY TIME

A few weeks back I stopped in a bar that I frequented back in another place and time. I was happy to see Carmen's familiar face behind the old Irish bar. She is one of my All-Time Favorite bartenders. I remember that the last time I saw her, we had a helluva night. We pounded Patron and Corona's until neither of us could see, talk, or walk straight. I will say that we could still lie down OK.

We start reminiscing and getting nostalgic, so I offer to buy her a shot of Patron, for
old times sake. Carmen gave me a sad kinda look as she explained that the bartenders here were no longer allowed to drink while at work.

"That sucks!" was the first thought that entered my mind.

Carmen went on to explain that one of the bartenders who used to work here was involved in a hit and run accident after work one night. Jenna, who I met a couple of times, was both the hitter and runner after getting off from an 8PM - 4AM shift.

The accident happened only a few blocks from the bar. While driving her pimped out Lexus SUV, Jenna blew a light, and T-boned a Civic with four local teens in it. While there were no life-threatening injuries, a couple of kids did get hurt. One broken arm, one fractured rib, and one concussion is the way the scoreboard read. Jenna's airbag deployed, striking her in the mouth and nose. Her face looked like someone took some 40 Grit sandpaper to it. I guess Jenna knew she was pretty much screwed at this point. Nah, I take that back. I don't think Jenna knew anything at this point. With not so much as a look to see how the occupants of the Honda Civic fared, she backs up, turns right, and takes off. All the while her now demolished front end leaked and spewed steam and antifreeze.

She made it about another 100'-150' and hits a light pole. This stopped her and her truck for the night. The local PD arrived in minutes and collared her. Because of her injuries sustained, Jenna made a pit stop at Franklin General before spending the night in the Freeport PD Hilton.

Since that night, and the multi-million dollar lawsuits that have followed, NO DRINKING ANY TIME is the policy for the employees here.

I stayed a little while more, chatting it up with the sober Carmen. Just wasn't the same without the tequila though.

Blog of Dreams

If you build it will they come? Hell yeah! And you guys keep on coming!

A look at the stats from this 'blogs inception back in late August shows that by the end of the day we will have amassed the following:

• 500 visitors


• over 1300 pages viewed


• on average our visitors spend over 7 minutes per visit


• 75% of our visitors are returning


• 25% of our visitors are new


• 125 visitors visited only once, that means that 375 of you came back for more!

Thank you for reading. We will continue to offer you our view on the bar culture, the one that primetime and mainstream aren't quite ready for. The task of creating original content would not be nearly as satisfying if no one was reading it. I may as well keep a diary if I wanted no one to read this stuff. I also send out a HUGE THANK YOU to RJ, who has been a tremendous asset with his truthful, thought provoking take on life inside and outside of 1762.

See you all at 1762 Broadway!

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The Yankees Fall to Cleveland

I am sure that there are a lot of 1762ers who are sad to see their team exit from the post-season. How could this happen? The team with a $200 million-plus payroll has fallen to some upstarts from Cleveland. If you read any of the NY papers today, columnists are referring to the loss as the end of an old dynasty.

Can this be true? Will the Yankees need time to rebuild and regroup? Is Joe Torre really to blame? Apparently George Steinbrenner thinks so!

I did hear from a Cleveland fan late last night, after the last of the fans left the hallowed Yankee Stadium for the last time this year. The fan I refer to worked at 1762 for awhile. He was a bartender from Australia. Of course I am referring to Croc. And BTW, he says hello to his friends, and to the Yankee fans he says,

"F~@K YOU!!!"

Lets hear from you Yankee fans. What do you think was the problem? Where was A-Rod's bat? Can we blame the bugs for the loss in Game 2? What needs to be done for next season? Should Joe Torre lose his job? And what about Croc? How does his comment make you feel?

Let the flaming begin!

Sultry Sunday: Return to Ecstasy

If Saturday was a terrible day, Sunday was totally wonderful. Though it started out slow with only a few of the regulars in attendance “R” (son of Father L) was in the house shooting pool.

Dorn the old 1st SGT was there and I bought a round for the four of us, Dorn, “R”, Yaega Lee and me.

After the Jets lost to the Giants the place started to fill up. It seemed that everybody came from everywhere. And the mood was really good , YL caught a little of that crowd toward the end of her shift.

Timmy showed up, then the Menhaters, Shelly showed up to take the night shift and then all kinds of regulars, semi-regulars and irregulars showed up. Every Jet fan in the immediate area was looking for some solace. The Met Fan was in chilling out too. “R”, Timmy and myself hijacked the jukebox and the place became live. It was as if everybody had energy, everybody was alive and the dive was jumpin.

I talked to Daria and let her know I wasn’t happy with ERL. Daria said “what….forget it, ERL was out of his fuckin mind”. She hugged me and went back to drinking. Candy, Zu, and Daria started to get loose and YL stayed on our side of the bar. SD showed up with his buddy’s not long after Limpin Pimp materialized inside the dive. Pimp contained himself like a caged animal in the smoking section while SD and his friends who are all still ‘on the job’ were socializing.

After SD left along with some of the old regulars the place got a little hotter as the younger crowd came in. Zu was dancing with everybody. Something in Zu’s life has changed. She shared much with me as she gently glided me from left to right (helping me nurse my ailement). Zu said she has got her life back again and she shows it. You can feel joy just standing next to her. I asked if anyone special was in her life. “Not yet, but good things are happenin” smiled Zu.

Then the women put on a 'dance' and lust show that got this place hopping. Amazing what old soul, classic rock and 70’s Pop will do for these women. Candy, Zu and Yaega Lee were dancing with the men of the old crew, me and YL, Candy and “R”, Timmy and Zu were movin and grooving. The youngsters were showing up because they know the night is theirs. Then it got downright hot.

The women started dancing with each other. (All the old crew, YL, Zu and Candy were dressed in black) Candy and YL got with each other and got to emoting through what I will call for the sake of this post, ‘dancing’.

I watched them get lost in each other as they moved most totally synchronistic. Eye to eye, chest to chest, hands wandering in unison, foot and hip motion calling all that is erotic…it was moving me from horny to mad.

All eyes were locked on them. Some poor nerd in a red striped shirt turned about 15 shades of blush as he sucked air through his gaping mouth.

The guys weren’t the only ones paying attention, young and old girls were giving the ‘what I could do with that’ stare as YL’ showed off a little crack as her pants started to slip.

Candy’s cleavage heaved with every breath as she and Yaega Lee touched and caressed to the sound of the beat…I needed another drink.

Zu’ danced with both Candy and YL to music that was at least as erotic but more provocative. Zu’ talked with her eyes as well as her body. Suggestive, sensuous and searing was her motion, I remember the dance…as Zu’ dropped to her knees in front of Candy and slowly elevated her head at Candy’s waist, Candy gave a super hot orgasmic gesture that sent me into fantasy. I was thinking things that could get me arrested in at least 30 states. I was glad I wasn’t the only one thinking that way, you could see it on every face in the dive.

When the music subsided the youngsters were at the front end of the bar and the old crew were at the back end of the bar. Zu’ got to the jukebox and found music that brought the groups together in a few sing-a-longs. Then as if on cue, Cary materialized like an apparition. He was coming from a gig in Westbury and he was sharp as usual. Candy and Cary got lost in conversation, recounting Kareoke memories. The Nerd trembled before Zu’ as he proposed marriage. (I can't belive no one told him, though everyone could see Zu's preferences)

The Pimp staggered out of the dive, he couldn’t get next to any woman in the place. (The Old Crew ran a lot if interference) Pimp was disillusioned, drunk and pissed. I hope he didn’t hurt anybody walking or driving. Timmy commented on what looked like a very erotic dance that Candy was doing for Cary. I really liked watching that too. Steam was coming from that super slick suit and it wasn’t from a dry cleaner.

Candy was trying to drag Zu’ out of the dive. Zu’ had to go to work in the morning and Candy had someplace to be. Candy’s mood turned from cool to cold when I saw her and Zu’ conversing semi privately. I had stayed out way past my bedtime and I really was starting to fade. I said my goodbye’s and hit the road, leaving the ladies locked in a semi heated conversation. What a hot night. Hope to see ya.

Love.

RJ