Drunk Guy

I stopped at Walgreens, on my way home.

A guy kept kinda/sorta following me around from aisle to aisle. I was in too much of an exhausted mood to even look his way.

In the checkout line, I was one penny short on the strawberry lip gloss.

He quickly handed the cashier the penny and said with a drunk slur...


"Don't worry maam, I'll take care of that penny for you"....

A hot rush of strong deadly alcohol fumes came from his mouth and covered my face...

UGHHHH!!!!

His breath smelled liked he'd brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with straight liquor!




"Thanks" I said.

It was nice of him to offer a penny, and I appreciated the gesture.

"So, can I have your number then?" he asked....





Hmmm...


would you give your number out to someone whose drunk?


I wouldn't...

Who Decides?

My mother, sister and I were discussing a name for the gallery. We all agreed at first that we liked a "specific" name of a famous poet. I liked it for a day or two...


But then I went back to liking the original one I'd thought of before.

Both of them said the name I chose was not a "proper" name for an 'elegant' sort of gallery.



"The name of the gallery must be written in a fancy calligraphy cursive! With gold letters! And the inside of the gallery must be in Victorian style!" said my mother.

No way....




I disagree.


Oh wait...

Are we talking about an art gallery owned by me or her?




**sighs**




goodness!!!

The End Of A Friendship

"D" called me on the telephone. She asked what has been going on in my life lately.

"Anything big?" she asked.

I told her about my cousin's car crash and the funeral, art gallery plans, going out for sushi etc...

She said "Oh, who died?"

I told her "My cousin"...

"Oh" she said "Well I have been getting the best sex ever! My man treats me sooo good. We are trying to have a baby (blah blah blah) ".....

and she continued on and on about her sex life and how great her new relationship is.

"I'm happy for you" I said.



I wasn't lying to her when I said that...

I am really happy that she is happy...

and yes I do still care about her

... but at the same time I think shes a very selfish self centered BITCH right now.

The phone was silent for quite some time.

"So whose funeral was it again?" she asked.

Unbelievable! Can someone really be this selfish and thoughtless?

"My cousin 'B'. He's the one who died in the car crash" I said for the fifth time.

"Oh. I see" she said...and then "Last night 'A' and I had a candlelight dinner. I actually went down on him! and (blah blah blah blah)....."

I finally said to her "I have to go now. Can we talk later?"

"Sure! Give me a call later! I wanna tell you more stuff about 'A' and I. We are trying to have a baby" she said in an excited voice.

I hung up the telephone.

our friendship is over....

Interesting...

My sister and I were supposed to meet with a professor from Pennsylvania, at a sports bar downtown.
Yesterday was his last day in town and he said he was really interested in meeting me before he left.

When my sister and I approached the booth, we both noticed there was another guy sitting with him. I sat down with the professor from Pennsylvania, and my sister sat across from us with the other professor from Philadelphia.



Both gentlemen were nice looking and very cleancut...but the one next to my sister was more my style.
He looked very intelligent and highly educated. I loved his glasses, his sexy smile and his dry boring jokes.


Most women hate those sorts of things:
(dry boring jokes and glasses)...
but I happen to like them! I was very attracted to him.

He sorta reminded me of Bryant Gumble...in a very handsome polished sorta way.

We talked about so many different things, and it was great! I felt very comfortable talking with him.



All four of us got on the subject of galleries...


Mr. Handsome Gumble was actually "Mr.PG" phd...a history professor who happens to LOVE art and poetry! He said he also helps finaance cultural art galleries. He gave me his card and asked if I could send him an email with all my business plans etc...and he said he'd like to see me again when he comes back in town for the next college seminar next month.



Wow!



After we all sat talking for some time, we all realized we had alot in common. My sister asked them to join us for sushi and saki later, but they had to catch their scheduled flights.



We said our goodbyes and left.



My sister and I ended up going over to Fourth Street for sushi. Her fiancee "P" called her cell phone as we were being seated. He showed up behaving like a small insecure child. He was so jealous and paranoid about her going with me to meet the professors...even though she had already told them she was engaged to be married. The men understood and were very respectful about it.




"If it will make him feel any better just tell him that I liked them both" I whispered to her.


She was too upset to even reply. "P" went on about how the men must have been up to 'no good' blah blah blah....



His severe jealousy was making him seem like he'd just turned 4 years old.



He made silly wisecracks about the "Tako" (octopus roll), the "Eel" and the flavor of ginger and wasabi...



"If you don't like it...then don't eat it" I said.

I wanted him to shut up so badly!
He kept making remarks about how gross it looked and asking if any of it was raw!



My sister and I were both so annoyed.

We both ate very fast, and I quickly payed the bill and tip...




and we left...

Feeling Unlucky...

I've been really wanting to have my own gallery for such a long time. Nothing huge or fancy...just a compfortable place to display local struggling artists work and have poetry readings and occasional live music from local bands....

I can't say I'm looking to become rich or anything because I am not...Art is my deepest passion and it always has been. I also want to be able to donate a large percentage and give to people who need help in the community. Abuse victims, underpriveleged kids...



I am still working out the details, and trying to find a space around the "Trolleyhop" district. It has been very difficult to find a place...

The art world is a very picky place...



Most of the galleries and shops downtown from East Market Street district to the borderline Highlands areas are extremely stuckup snobs who also have serious racial+social economic class issues....the kind of people who aren't really interested in what your name is, the actual work of artists or anything else... but they are more into asking such questions as...

"So what is it that you do exactly?"
and
"Do you have a Phd?"
(and perhaps even the shade of one's skin)...or if your not of the gay or bisexual elite...or sometimes they are just plain mean to people for no real reason at all. Its weird.

I found one place along Market Street that is renting a storefront for eleven hundred dollars per month.

I told the woman how I was very interested in renting the space.
She asked me more about what it would be for etc...

I told her that I wanted it for an art gallery and to have a percentage to go to a cause like "The Center For Women and Families"...because its a place that has alot of abuse victims etc...





The woman said "I am sorry but they already have a place for that. They have a new place already doing that on the corner of Market street. Okay? Goodbye..." and then she hung up the telephone on me.

I didn't know 'The Center For Women And Families" already had a place? I still would like to do something for such a cause... There are other places in the city that have people that need help...So why was the woman on the telephone so quick to just hang up? The sign on her building said "For Lease"...and I was just looking for place to lease... I felt a bit discouraged for a minute...but then I took a deep breath and moved on.

I called another number that was a small garage that had a large sign on the building saying "Leasing" ...

The guy answered and in a very rude voice saying "I don't know what youre talking about. This place isn't for rent" ... and he quickly hung up the telephone.

Wow...

should I give up on this dream or keep trying? I don't want to give up...but sometimes it feels hopeless...

A Disturbing Truth

I know that everyone is different. You can't really judge an entire group of people because of your experiences with some people from that group...because its unfair!

Sure, this is the politically correct way of saying things.

I am a very open minded person...but I have never been politically correct and I never will be. I could care less about all of that.

I've noticed something about the close knit Cuban community in my city. When a woman is dating a Cuban guy and she is introduced to his entire family...the woman is considered to be "IN"...

But if things do not work out between that woman and the Cuban guy...she is no longer "IN" and is not allowed to have any association with anyone in the family...even if she happens to make close friendships with the women.

Its so stupid!

It happened to a girl named "M"...

"M" and a girl named "C" came all the way from Cuba to America by themselves. They were very close friends and really looked out for each other.

When I met the two of them, they were like sisters! One of them wouldn't go anyplace without the other one.

"M" and "C" both met two brothers at a club one night. Both brothers had been in the United States for over 2 years or so.

The guy who was interested in "M" turned out to be very abusive and violent.

His brother liked "C" alot, and turned out to be a really nice gentleman (although a bit of a mama's boy)

"C" ended up marrying the guy and they had a baby. His family liked her alot and treated her really well. They were really heavy into 'Santeria' and she ended up getting very deep into it "to help her daughter with some things" (was her explanation)

"M" ended up marrying the guy's brother and having a small son. The guy started mistreating her sooo badly.

He was smacking her around and had her so afraid that she would barely even leave the house. One day "M" met a guy at the apartment laundry mat and he started talking to her etc...I'm not sure about the exact details, and I am not trying to say that "M" is a saint or anything...noone is perfect.

Well whatever happened...her husband found out that she had been associating with this 'laundry mat' guy and he went off and beat the living daylights out of her. He beat her up so badly she was in the hospital.

After that, her sister found out all about it and told her to leave her husband.

When "M" finally left the hospital, she told her husband she was leaving him because she wanted OUT of the relationship. The guy went absolutely psycho crazy!

He ended up stabbing her and her little boy with a knife...

The guy went to prison...

"M" was scared and feeling alone...

"C's" husband told her that she was no longer allowed to associate with "M"...

The guy who married "M" has a younger brother who started liking me alot. The guy's name was "Y"...

"Y" immediately started telling me so many bad things about "M" and calling her a whore a b*tch and blah blah blah...He kept on saying he thinks she lied about the stabbing and that his brother did it on an accident or something.

My ear was completely deaf to all he was saying. I didn't care what he said.



I felt like his brother was a complete bag of scum for stabbing his wife and child. There is no excuse for doing something like that!

I asked "C" about it, and she looked like she was about to cry. She didn't want to talk about it at all.

I think she still misses "M" because they were so close...The last time I spoke with "M", she was telling me how she was heartbroken at how she has lost "C" probably forever...

Eventually, I stopped seeing "Y"...

Our personalities clashed over some things. One of those "things" being his insane mother!

I thought "C" and I might still remain friends anyway...

No. I was wrong! It just doesn't work that way. Since things didn't work out between "Y" and I, no more contact is allowed.

People have told me "Oh come on...its probably just that one family with issues. Not everyone is like that"...

Maybe not everyone but perhaps a vast majority?

Because it was the same thing again and again with different faces and different names...and different detailed scenarios of course...But the same basic thing of not being able to stay friends with a girl because the "GUY" says its "not acceptable" or whatever..."FAMILY LOYALTY" someone called it once...

Today I saw "C" in the grocery store. She was standing in the checkout line with her daughter. As soon as I saw "C" I went over and hugged her. She seemed really happy to see me too! Her daughter came over and hugged me too...but then she walked off looking sad.

I looked over to my right noticing "C's" husband was standing there with the grocery basket.

I waved "Hi"...

He casually smiled and waved and then motioned for "C" and her daughter to hurry up.

its stupid...

The E.Cafe

Last night I went with my sister to the 'E.Cafe' for a poetry reading.


I love the diversity of the poetry there...The many different styles made it really fun and exciting!



One woman spoke of the rough life her and her mother had been through. Her poems told such a long beautifully touching story.




One guy spoke about being a single dad and the ups and downs he deals with in his life...He also spoke of romantic love and sweet dreams...




All the poets are so expressive and creative. I really enjoyed being there.


The only poet I didn't quite appreciate was a tall (handsome yet conceited) guy who walked over to the microphone.
He started talking in very explicit details of how he likes to be inside and outside of a woman's "vagina"...


It was very graphic and even borderline disgusting.

Normally erotic literature can REALLY catch my attention...but its always the kind with the subtle sorta sexiness that gets me hot. The kind of subtle that "leaves something to the imagination"...



This guy left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He told exactly how he wanted it, how wet it must be for him and how hard he would joyfully thrust it.



I was so very turned off. I could hear the silly college girls who were all seated along the left wall, giggling stupidly.

This must have stroked his ego so much because at first he said he was only reciting "one" of his poems because he had some hot party to go to.

Then after the mass giggling of silly girls to the left...
He immediately said "Hmmm I changed my mind. I think I'd like to recite two more"...




And the next two were just as explicit as the first one..or maybe even worse.




ughh!...




"Lets go" my sister said.



Perhaps she was more disgusted than me...or maybe she was antsy because her boyfriend "P" text messaged her one billion times!


Earlier we had both planned to read something.

I decided that I was going to read two poems and verbally translate them from spanish into english

(since the majority of the Cafe speaks only in english)...


and my sister was going to read a passage from the book "Shake Loose My Skin" (by Sonia Sanchez)...



Unfortunately, we left very quickly and didn't get to read anything!