Chandelier Pt.2

She heads up stairs, if the city was to instantly black out at that very moment, it wouldn't matter to her with the glow she was generating. Inside the apartment she twirls and jumps as she feels a new opportunity arise.

Everyone in the world has something special about them whether it be a talent or just the ambition to thrive for success but not everyone gets noticed. So for her to get even be acknowledge is something huge. It's almost like putting on a jacket and finding money in the pocket, then after that its up to you what you going to do with it.We blame it on luck and say "Damn, she is a lucky ass bitch." But can't understand why they are "unfortunate" in life. There isn't such a thing as good or bad luck. There is only the drive for what you want.

"Hey." he says as he walks out the kitchen holding a fork.
She jumped holding her chest afraid her heart was going to pop out, "Oh my God. You scared me."
He then greets her with a kiss. "You seem very happy today."
"Yes I am. I have a job interview on Monday. It could be something very big for me."
"Not bad. How did that happen?" he asked.
They sit in the living room and she begins to explain how everything happened. From meeting Mr. Walker to being driven home.

"Mom, Roll That Shit"

In the year of 2008 I was able to have a greater relationship with my best friend, my mother. Everything was were i wanted it to be, for example i had my own apartment, a good job working in a law firm, and single. Being that everything was just "perfect" in life i decided to experiment more. That was the year i began to have a total disregard for responsibility, drink heavy and smoke marijuana.There would be little get together in my apartment beginning sometimes on Wednesdays all the way till Sunday mornings. I would take Sundays to relax maybe regain energy from the hangover. My house would be riddled with bottles of Hennessy, Vodka, Malibu and blunt wrappers, it looked like a fraternity house.

One day at work my mother decides to call me and tell me that she going to be at my apartment because she had mail going over there and she needed something that was important. Probably wondering, what's wrong with that? 
The problem with that is my mother had a spare key to my apartment just in case there was ever an emergency. With all the paraphernalia that was laying around having her randomly go over wasn't the greatest of ideas. I was thinking of a way of diverting her to go over, at least for that moment. Maybe if i could get home first then her and clean up it wouldn't be as bad. But that is your apartment was does it matter what you do. You pay the bills.
Again you might be correct but no matter what you do in life you still hide certain things from your parents no matter how old you are, either out of fear or respect you have for them. I quickly came up with an excuse to my boss so that i could leave home early. To late.
She was already there sitting on the couch in my living room with a blunt wrap on the coffee table.
"Mami." i said.

The El ExXx Pt. 3

Three days passed and we had been hanging out every chance we got. Whether it be shopping for clothes or shopping for food at the super market. This one day I took her to the park where you could see over the river and the great big bridge which connects the world to us. It was funny because we didn't need to come up with any conversation we would just talk for hours and hours about anything. I could see how happy she was with her life in her eyes. They had this glow that I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was warm.

The El ExXx Pt. 1

I remember this one summer where I worked at a cell phone store. I thought it would be a easy and laid back part time job since I was so into gadgets and cell phones. But I was wrong, the customers at that location were ruthless. They would give me this ridiculous quota that i would have to meet at these outrageous deadlines. That didn't taint my spirit; i was able to make the most of it and meet a lot of interesting people. For example there was this old lady that would go and pay her granddaughters phone bill who was in Binghamton University. She would sit down with me and talk about how her granddaughters'  education is important, she paid for her phone bill because she knew that she will become a successful accountant.
That old lady one day came and brought me a Brugal straight from the Dominican Republic. Told me "I won't be able to enjoy it as much as you would." All she wanted was just someone to talk to.



It was a hot Sunday afternoon, me and two of my other co-workers were scheduled to work that day. The day dragged on and on with such hot weather. Being in a Cell Phone Store was not how i wanted to spend it but you have to do what you have to do. It wasn't till she walked in. Long legs, tall, bright red lipstick, matte black bob hair and thick, I wanted it. First thing that i thought was she is out of my league. I was gazed into her Paul Smith aviator sunglasses and i kept thinking what i would do to her if she would just let me put my lips on her.


SLAM!

I quickly snapped out of it when she tossed her broken pink Motorola Razr on top of that counter. "Excuse me. Hi. Fix this." she said with an attitude. I picked the device up which was clearly smashed with a cracked screen and scratches over the body.
Smiling i said "This is a cell phone store this phone here needs a church." She wasn't having it.
"I need this phone. My life is on this phone."
I try to calm her down because i could clearly see she was annoyed; a broken cell phone and this hot weather wasn't really helping much either. But i couldn't stop staring at her lips and cheek bones, she was built to stomp on a mans heart. I told her in my most smoothest voice "This cell phone store can't help you but I get off in an hour and i have this old phone and great condition that you can borrow."
Thats when she lifted me off my feet with that smile, she got closer to my face and said "Fix. My. Phone!"

As we looked around in the incasing we had in the store she saw nothing of her interest and she was getting more aggravated. She then out of a spurt just turned around and walked away. Just like that, without saying a word or even a notice. My co-workers and i looked at each other and just laughed. The hour was up and it was time to close shop, right after closing the store and saying my goodbyes to my co-workers, she approaches me from out of left field.
"Which is this phone that you can let me borrow?" she asked with a little girl voice.

The Vervet Monkey and YOU!

Human beings aren't the only species on earth that can actually be in your A.A. meetings. The vervet monkey, originally from West Africa traveled over to the Caribbean's some three hundred odd years ago due to slave trade. These monkeys started to develop a trait that we only thought humans can acquire, the taste for alcohol. They began to become addicted after experimenting with fermented sugar canes that the slaves would use for the manufacturing of rum. Over the years the monkeys began to get a taste for alcohol. Some vervet monkeys don't like the taste of alcohol, some only drink a little, and some drink until they pass out. Five percent of vervet monkeys drink until intoxication while 12% drink as some would say "socially". These statistics resemble those of humans and show that these monkeys have a taste for the liquor just as humans do. There are monkeys that go back every day for more alcohol. This study shows that these monkeys have a genetic addiction just as an alcoholic human would have. So the next time you see a vervet monkey, sit down and have a cold one with him.