A normal Wednesday
Some are coming on passenger
Some coming on a freight
Others will come walking
And none have time to wait
These days begin normal until, without warning, they progressively steam roll into strange territory. I believe this is much how life is: She will get real weird if you’re willing to spend energy to play.
These writings take creative energy that really should be reserved for pieces in the book. But good frens explain that when reading, they’re gifted minutes of relief from melancholy reality. And amongst all, I am a Man for the people by the People. This said, I pray to be consistent in making it a priority to write some things here before the next book release.
I got invited to woman’s house late last night. Too late to be anything good. Also this is woman I’ve never spent alone time with. She’s a ballet, but of an interesting, edgy nature. You’d imagine purity, white, weightless dancer of extreme ethereal intuition yes? Me too. She’s more dark arts. Like Black Swan or Suspiria it seems she uses dance to conjure old spirits.
This is stereotypical. My family would love to see a bright blue eyed young lady with blonde curls falling over the straps of a sundress on my arm. But I attract witches because they idea of waking up to her sitting naked on my chest, chanting ancient latin in a speed indecipherable is too enticing. Curiosity killed the cat but I know that feline was grinning chin to chin on his way to the grave. So it goes…
On way to her house of worship I was daydreaming. I daydreamed of good things, bad things, intelligent things, dumb things. A cigarette kept me company and something sinister was on the radio, something like The Kramps - Fever. Already, as you can see, the equation is building to trouble. This I invite in. That anticipatory feeling of moon rising over the mountains and not knowing what the darkness will let in… did she want my blood tonight?
My thoughts were disrupted by flashing blue lights behind me. Selfish of the enforcers. But the enforcers enforce and I find myself about to be enforced.
*beating on my passenger window*
“You ran that red light back there.”
I almost started laughing. It’s stereotypical of life to offer us the opportunity to live out our ideologies. I don’t believe in traffic laws and I act as if they don’t exist. Here I am now, laying in the bed I made.
“Did I catch the end of it? Man i’m sorry”
“Yeah you really blew right threw it. I’m not even going to bother asking because it wasn’t close at all. You have your information?”
YES. Be ready when dealing with cops. Don’t give them time to sniff around. They are bloodhounds to ego and pride. They will humble you if they detect you’re too bigheaded. Plus I was shirtless, messy haired and tired eyed, not a good start.
But he quickly came back, and ‘because I cooperated’ he left me go free after telling me to go home to get some rest. If only he knew I had date in middle of field bright from red moon… This now makes 6 times of 7 I’ve been set free by the enforcers without legal action.
I look at cops as power hungry. This is not always bad thing. Many believe in the law and enforce it. But their job title automatically gives them power and for anyone familiar with the Stanford Prison Experiment, you know how quickly this goes south. Because of this it’s best to act vulnerable.
(Interesting enough: Success with women and success with cops is the EXACT opposite.)
When subtly reminding them they control the outcome, they feel satisfied by being granted that belief of power. I know cops can ruin my life, or make it more difficult, so when pulled over I don’t act like an asshole. This has saved me numerous times.
Plus, I’m white.
GODSPEED,
WINSTON
SOULED IDEA
SOUTHERN MENAGE
