Dream

“ I don’t think I could do the whole playboy thing…ya know, cause of like , the nudity….but I definitely would work at Hooters.”
-quote from a sixteen year old girl I Over heard the other day


Once upon a time there was a girl named Mary….Mary had big dreams….Big, Big Dreams
…..she wanted to win a wet t.shirt contest in Cancun Mexico, once she turned eighteen, in 2 years…she thought it was something that was worth trying to achieve because the breast implants her Mom got her for her 16th Birthday….they were, beautiful…

And so Mary…once eighteen…took that dream laden voyage to Make the Magic happen, In Mexico….
85 girls entered that contest….85 girls…
And Mary, with all the strength and determination it takes to succeed in dreams in life….got down to the last two…
it was a close call…down to the wire…. Mary Vs. a girl named Lisa ( who had won the contest the day before, and wanted to again because of the free t.shirt you get as a prize a whole a night of bottomless Tequila, and to once again prove to her boyfriend that she was capable of getting massive amounts of sexual attention, thus further enhancing his esteem for having the girl with the greatest tits, in front of the rest of his fraternity that were there)
….You know, a real life true love romance thing…integrity and all..

…. And so, it was Mary and Lisa….were toe and toe…tit to tit, if you will…
Mary gave it all she got, everything she had…she wanted this…she dreamed of this…she went deep inside of her to a place that she could pull the best of breasts ability out in to the crowd….
And low and behold…
She won.

With a soaking wet t.shirt on, and a shot of Tequila in Hand, Mary made her speech
“ I would like to thank my Mother for validating the fact that exploiting my self sexually was an acceptable form of positive affirmation, and actual worth …and thank all of you Spring breakers…for believing in me….”
Nobody heard her though….
They had all ready moved on to the two girls making out naked in the crowd, and the fight that broke out after ( contender against Mary) Lisa’s boyfriend went ape shit, due to the fact that he think the judging was rigged the wrong way…
But all was well with Mary…
She achieved her first dream.
Happily ever after.

The way of the Bull

I saw a picture of him, and it hit me in the gut-- and then quickly flooded the weight of everything he still occupied in to beating life, out from under my ribs.

The light of a Head strong, heart felt Taurus…with a Bull-minded, ball Busting, bulls eye…arrow shot, straight through my soul.
I was ascending stairs at an Irish bar ( it is always an Irish bar…my life happens in
)
…I remember what I was wearing for a shirt, and what he was wearing on his face…the second our eyes met
“ I see you”
We said.
With out a word…
But his jaw was agape…
either due to being in the midst of savoring the beer he was drinking, or deciding me to be a delicious catch…which also…was still ultimately due…to the beer….I would assume as, Beer always makes me look better 

The admiration he gained from me was won, all in the space of a song…
By Rod Stewart..
(What makes this story all the more entertaining…is that just this Summer past…I actually met Rod Stewart at a swank-shit-bag club in L.A.…He was hammered on a table celebrating his son’s birthday…singing out loud
The same words
“ You lost that loving feeling”…that got me the first time….
and it all came rushing back….and then out…
I had too much tequila that night to try and temper the environment I was submerged in…
So between a stroll down memory lane, prancing with too much patron…I ended up retching that night up, in to the toilette…I didn’t particularly care for any aspect of that club scene….except for Rod Stewart…and the song…he was singing…
That sounded a smile and tears as quick as taking my first shot of tequila mixed in the memory of my first true love.

No questions asked…He was the first love of my life…and will for ever, occupy a room in my heart…where nothing more then the echo of him, and of course….. a beer pong table…. can fit.


I learned something about life…. to quell a heart break, by building more room for my whole heart to ache…is the key growing….
I have realized The feeling of true love will for ever keep the shape of the man it belonged to in my soul… For my heart today, is the sum of all it has sunk through…to rise through the tides of tears that had come when I realized, my hands were no longer holding the other person…I felt I belonged to…
And in this way….
As much as it hurts…you find a way to be born a new day, belonging better to yourself….This is the beauty of pain, struck in to you to become a stronger smile.
This is the beauty that to this day, will strike senseless for at least a second…when truly I sit in the center of first man I loved, from the middle of my heart.
Where all else…became my garden, bittersweet.