I’ve been called all kinds of ****. Even a dude once. That ******* doesn’t bother me one bit at all. I can be dancing at a club or a **** hole that wants to be a club. The thing is ladies are pretty. We look nice, smell nice, and accessorize. All be **** if some dude with a hundred dollar suit comes in and he can’t buy me one ******* drink. Like 6 dollars, really?  My shoes cost more than what you’re wearing.
I really don’t give a **** what anyone calls me. Maybe I could be dude. At least I would know how to dress and please a woman. Too bad I’m not a dude. I could get off with all kinds of ******* Scott free. Cheap suits and treat myself. Then again it would not be my style.

Dudes do have it rough sometimes too. Depending on the women they get involved with. Hell could be family or upbringing. Who the hell the knows. I can tell you my son the dude would ******* know better. Women spend so much time looking good, well **** my son would be spending much time in not only treating women right but choosing the right one.

Yea choosing the right one. Strikes a nerve in everyone. Always has. You know what?  It always will. Not always easy to raise the right boy. Too much ******* on television anymore. High or low expectations, that everyone has lost their ******* minds. Nothing wrong with going old school because it’s never been proven wrong. Am I wrong?

I’ve been through a lot. Been told I could write a book. To be honest I couldn’t remember all that ****. One thing is I do remember what does stand out. I guess is to where the beginning happens and where it ends off.

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Not like you want to know me. Who the **** are you too?  You know what?  ******* too. Since we are well aquatinted now then maybe we do know each other.

How are you and how you been?  I’m great. Could be better but you know. **** happens all the time. Yea I heard about your **** too. That’s *****. Pretty ****** up man. I hear that **** all the time dude.

I guess you heard all my **** too?  Yeah. Pretty much. No one has nothing better to do but to post up garbage. I don’t really care though. Anyone who knows me would know better.

I don’t think I like people much. I feel like pulling my hair out. Terrible things happen all the time but you have to find a way through them. I’ve been ******* on, yelled and screamed at, cussed and ****** on.

Sometimes the **** was consensual. Hey what ever floats your boat. Not like I would judge you for any excursions. If it makes you happy and it’s legal nor lethal, go for it. Life really is short.

Turns out that I really don’t like writing and I get bored. I’m bored now. I don’t even want to high light or discuss what I said earlier. Not an Indian giver, just hate going through ****. Thoughts and detail do hurt.

Blah blah blah.  So don’t you ever ask yourself how in the hell did I end up here?  Is it just me or did we all just **** up?  There is always a reason why our lives ended up the way they did. I didn’t ******* put you there but maybe you came along for the ride. I rode along with plenty of strangers here and there.

Strangers are never quite as they seem. If anything they make up about 90 percent of our existence. I **** you not on that one. Your bestie or pal or whoever you are ******* or ******* right now only makes up one percent. Strangers is who we are and the most forgotten of all people in the world. You remember that cool *** party when you’re underage but don’t remember the driver? Maybe the supplier?  **** maybe that cashier that made it all possible even though they knew ****** better?

Either or you get it. You should because the people who you know are surround with haven’t always been on that life’s journey or ride with you. We tend to forget all the insignificant people that made our lives what they are now. We make our own choices but sometimes a commercial in between does tweak us and yes strangers do fit in between that.

Do you actually remember a great stranger experience?  Please let me know if you do. I have very many of them. Many pleasurable and many scary and down right wrong. What’s yours?

Just wondering if this could be a good movie idea:
After a recent terrible breakup, she goes through left over old external hard drives. Being computer illiterate, she also comes across a old Apple computer. Learning as she goes, she unravels many mysteries. Who was she actually living with? Who was she actually dating? The old Apple computer was the exes father who was Russian decent and came by boat during the war over to America. His son Mark is who she hooks up with. Being both from California and having met in North Carolina looks like a great match. After the break up she realizes she never knew much about mark who was very secretive about his upbringing. She finally gets to learn about computers, hard drives and electronics. One thing what’s the master password for the computer? The hints are Valérian and original. Going through much, she becomes a nut over this trying to unlock something she knows nothing about.
Let me know what you think.
Thanks

I’ve been through a lot. Been told I could write a book. To be honest I couldn’t remember all that ****. One thing is I do remember what does stand out. I guess is to where the beginning happens and where it ends off.

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Not like you want to know me. Who the **** are you too?  You know what?  ******* too. Since we are well aquatinted now then maybe we do know each other.

How are you and how you been?  I’m great. Could be better but you know. **** happens all the time. Yea I heard about your **** too. That’s *****. Pretty ****** up man. I hear that **** all the time dude.

I guess you heard all my **** too?  Yeah. Pretty much. No one has nothing better to do but to post up garbage. I don’t really care though. Anyone who knows me would know better.

I don’t think I like people much. I feel like pulling my hair out. Terrible things happen all the time but you have to find a way through them. I’ve been ******* on, yelled and screamed at, cussed and ****** on.

Sometimes the **** was consensual. Hey what ever floats your boat. Not like I would judge you for any excursions. If it makes you happy and it’s legal nor lethal, go for it. Life really is short.

Turns out that I really don’t like writing and I get bored. I’m bored now. I don’t even want to high light or discuss what I said earlier. Not an Indian giver, just hate going through ****. Thoughts and detail do hurt.

For a little bit
I miss you
Then it takes
A little bit

Can’t forget you
Nor should I

Need to remember
Such poison
That made me sick
Always will remember

Nor should I
Can’t forget you

For a little bit
I miss you
Then it takes a little bit

Can’t forget you
Nor should I

Need to remember
Such poison
But try to

Nor should I

Angry I am
Unpleasant so be

Crazy as me

Lightening bolts
Stings as a bee

Hate you do not
Wants you tumble and fall

As a tumbleweed
As free in the wind

Blowing like a bad seed

Angry you are
Justice was served

Crazy deserved

together afraid,
Brings the demons today
If tomorrow has came
We be resting in shame

Never afraid
That’s how the demons are dead
Tomorrow has come
Now that It seems we had won

Always afraid
That there is never a plan
Future is here
Burn back the demons land