Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street: 04/21/14

I Gotta Pit Named Binney

"Hey Ryan".

"Hey Veronica. You slummin today"?

"Well, Yeah. I'm always slumming when I'm with you Ryan. Actually I'm down here hanging with my Girl Friend Lorraine".

"Uhmm. Uhmm. Uhmm. Sweet Lorr-Aine cribbing up in her mansion up in da foothills".

"That's right old-man".

"Damn V.. Why don't you show an old-man some love? Hook up dat Sweet Lorr-Aine thang for dis old-man".

"Sorry stud. Lorraine don't do poor".

"Tehhh. By the time I'm dun with her she be trickin on Oracle"

"Yeah right. Oh well. Too bad we will never know".

"Uh Huh. Just love that red jealous glow make up you sportin Girl".

"Fuck you Ryan. Like I actually care".

"There Ya go. So hook it up".

"Fuck you Ryan. I'm going to the K".

"Cool V. Pick me up those giant small bags of Kit Kat 2 for 3".

"Sure Tuff Guy. Keep holding your breath".
Ryan chuckles.

"Dammnnn Girl. Red Jealous Glow looks good on you".

"Fuck you Ryan. We'll see who laughs last. Yeah, laugh on you old fool. I hate you Ryan".

"Yeah. You at the end of a real, real long line Girl".

Ryan can not even catch his breath as he is laughing so, so very hard. Ryan reaches behind himself and pats his butt.

"What the hell are you doing Ryan"?

"I'm checking my ass to see if it's still there. I swear to God V., you have me rollin. Could have sworn I laughed my ass entirely off".
Ryan is gasping for air, he is laughing so hard.

"Fuck you Ryan. I hate you".

"Damn Girl. You sure been real uptight lately. Anger off da wire. Whats the matter, Doc Blaisdale not hittin dat cookie just right. Maybe not at all. Not to worry Girl. I'll be more than happy to intervene. I'll give Doc a call, give him some cookie hittin pointers".

"Like you would even know Mr.Celibate for life".

At this point Ryan' laughing is completely out of control just about propelling him out of his chair.

"Fuck you Ryan. For real Ryan I hate you".

"You hate me too. So does Abagail. She always signs off, texts, e-mails, phone calls with I Hate You. Hey, what the hell. Ya All might just want to start The Hate Ryan Fan Club. Even Google has suspended all advertising from this blog site".

"Fuck you so bad Ryan. I really, really hate you. Abagail was right to stab you".

"Damn. Malicious Monday".

Veronica reaches into her enormous purse. Livid would be a gigantesque upgrade.

"Damn Girl. I'm just playin. For real Veronica. Your not gonna shoot me. Are you"?

"I hate you. I'm out of here ass hole".

"Oh. Give my love to Sweet, Sweet Lorrr-Aine. Tell her me and Mr. Big send our best".

Veronica turns around, flips Ryan two birds. One on each hand. Veronica starts through the two glass doors.
Ryan breaks into song.

"Rolley Polley Macarolley. Baby Struttin Her Rolley Polley".
At this point Ryan is about hysterical with laughter.

If all that was not enough.

Today is Monday.

Yeah.

Bet the farm.

"Yo Mann. You Straight?"

I turn my head right, over my shoulder 45 degree's.
Sitting on a 20 inch high handle bar bicycle was at best, regarding this Kidz age, a 13 year old Black Kid.

"Yo Man. You straight?"

"Yes young man, I like women."

"Naw. Naw Mannnn. You straight?"'

"Yes young man. I like women."

The time is approaching 1a.m.
I disembarked the last BCT bus after work.
My job was Manager of a large call center that handled calls regarding customer service for a Fortune 300 company.
My shift ran from second into third shift.
I lived west of the downtown BCT terminal, giving me a clear shot west up Broward Blvd. to 14th St on the west side of the old , big Fort Lauderdale Police station.

My crib was on West Las Olas Blvd. and 13th street directly behind the old police station. The walk up Broward Blvd. was approximately 32 minutes.
If I exited the # 9 bus at Sistrunk and N.W. 7th Avenue, I walked west up Sistrunk Blvd. to N.W. 12th. South on N.W. 12th to Central.
Central to N.W. 14th.
N.W. 14th south to Broward Blvd.
Cross Broward Blvd. Walk the remaining 6 blocks to my crib.

I disembarked the number 9 bus at the corner of N.W. 7th and Sistrunk. The N.E. entrance to 'The Sistrunk Hood'.

"Thanks Driver. Have a great rest of the evening".

"Sir. Do you have any idea where you are at?"

"Yes I do driver. Have a good evening. See you tomorrow."

"I certainly hope so Sir."

Sistrunk and N.W. 7th begins the walk into the Sistrunk Hood on the N.E. entrance side.

I encountered this very young business man 2 blocks in, south on 12th avenue.

"Nawwww Mannnn. You Party?"

"Yes young man . With Women".

"Ahhhh. Naw Mannnn. I gots 1980's Hard, Oxy, Tweeze, Percs."
Myself and young man were eye to eye. Myself looking down at the Kid who was straddling his high bar 20 incher.

"Oh. You slinging drugs."
At that the young man just stared, all wide eyed at me. I stared back for must what have felt like a half of a life time for this young man.

I broke silence. Finally.
"I ain't 'Poe'.
With that, the young Black Kid let out a sigh of releaf on the figurative side of a Kat 7 Miami Hurricane.

"What if I was 'Poe'?"

"I Gettin locked up".

"Then what."

"The Man Get me out."

"Oh. O.k. So now you owe the man piles for bail, today's product and product to sling the day that you get out."

"Yeah. So?"

"Remember when you were a shorty? You had dreams of being a Doctor, a Lawyer, an Astronaut, whatever?"

The fact that this Kid was still a 'Shorty', I was not going to address him as such for the simple fact that this Kid was out here from sun up to sun down working for 'the man' slinging drugs.
Carrying on possibly 10 generations of family drug slinging.
Any remembrance of childhood was less than a dark, desiccated experience.

"Yeah."

"Well because you are a Minority, there is a lot of money waiting for you to be whatever you want to be. Those dreams you had when you were a 'Shorty'."

"Mimority. What Mimority?"

"O.K.. What color is your skin?"

With pride the Kid answers, "Black".

"What country were you born in?"

A relative question because in the hood in S.E. Florida, Jamaicans and Haitians were battling for at that time, control of the always held American Black Hood's.
If pride was an immediate million bucks, this Kid was the undisputed champ.

"I'm 'Merican!"

"Cool. See young man, in this country there is Bukoo Stacks($) just waiting for you to fulfill your dreams that you had when you were a 'Shorty'.
To do this will be the absolute hardest thing you have ever done.
People will bring a lot of hate on you. 'The Man' will bring down hate on you too.
But if you decide that your dreams are what you want, go to the school, tell the teacher. Then just work your ass off and you will be rewarded."

"For real?"

"Damn right. It's all up to you my young American Friend."

"Wow. Thanks Man".

"Don't thank me. Thank yourself when you living the dreams you dreamt when you were a 'Shorty'.

With that the young man rode off.

This type of occurrence was daily part of my Homeward mission every night.
After all, this short cut through the Sistrunk Hood shaved a good 12 minutes off of my walk.

The most common response regarding my nitely preaching to these Kidz was;
"Yo Man. You Too Deep. What You want. I gotta go."

That first young man was maybe 1% of all the Kidz In Da Street I met over the next two years.
What real broke my heart was the 12 to 14 year old Prostitutes.
At a point I started buying my menthol cigarettes by the cartoon for the simple fact that once I was approached by these very young Hookers I would give them a small amount of money for the simple fact I would spot their Pimp down the way.
If he witnessed these Children, these Girlz walking up to me and not bringing something back, these Young Girlz were going to experience a beating or far worse.
It got to the point that I felt like the Piped Piper walking through Da Hood Every nite.

Hop in the car Ya All. I'm gonna take you on a short ride down Digression Freeway.

Regarding the perceived belief or non belief in this thang called; GOD.

Stephen W. Hawkins.

In his book titled "Brief History of Time and Space. Theorizing Black Holes"

I'll state that Stephen W. Hawkins at the time I read this book was probably one of the 10 most intelligent people on this planet.

To fully understand what Mr. Hawkins was in fact theorizing in this book, is that Mr. Hawkins is one of just a hand full of people on this planet that can actually take numbers to their infinite stage.
For sure no small feat.

Towards the middle of the book, Mr. Hawkins, in concluding his analyzed theory, regarding black holes.
Mr. Hawkins stated that he had actually taken numbers to their 'Infinite Level' in deducing the very substance of Black Holes.

It was at that point, he could not take numbers any further.
He went on to state that he clearly, at this juncture, concluded, regarding his theory about Black Holes
"It Has To Be God".
Summed it all up for me.

Oh Yeah.
Stephen W. Hawkins is a devote Atheist.
Actually To The Max.

Regarding the 'Hit Da Bitch' campaign to hit the intrusive Ad's that Google places on this blog.
Not To Worry.
Google has BANNED ALL and ANY Ad's on this blog.
Thank God.
And No, they have not paid me for their intrusive invasion into Da Swamp for any of the ad's that Ya All have already hit..

I ain't gonna lie.
I have, last week, hit the hell out of the ad's on my own.
Yeah. I know.
Bad, Bad Me.
Now I am paying the cost of being The Bad Bad Corrupt Ad Clicking Boss.
My Bad.
'Pologize' King Google.

As such, this blog is more or less done on Blogger.Google.Com.
Well, Cause Dey Told Me.
Seemingly begging for mercy at this time will be to no avail.

Not To Worry World.
I own the domain.;
ryanindaswamp.com.

To always find me, all Ya All have to do is a search by simply typing;
ryanindaswamp.
I take up pages, all from the very top of all search results.
Jus worked out dat way.
Never did a thing in the world to promote this blog or
my WordPress Dot Com Blog.
Just happened that way.

I am working with GoDaddy to start publishing on my own web page with the domain name I own.
There I will exhibit COOL AD'S.
For real.
Don't hold your breath Ya All.

Shout Out To;

Yo America
Yo Mexico
Yo Spain
Yo United Kingdom
Yo Germany
Yo France
Yo Netherlands
Yo Russia
Yo Poland
Yo Argentina
Yo Brazil

Ya All The Beautiful Best
God Bless Ya All
Thankx Guyz and Galz

Ryan. Out.

Gangsta Beatz

I haven't one clue what so ever who in the hell Gansta Beatz is.

I will say that Gansta Beats is copying and pasting MY ACTUAL WRITTEN WORDS ON HIS/HER SITE.
Actually The Actions Of A Bitch.

That Said;
I Am Between That Place Of Humbled Honor Blvd and Fuck Me Road.

Honestly I don't know what to say regarding this seemingly plagiarist Individual.

Don't Know Whether To Fuck Fight or Fart.

So I guess, Thank You For Reading and Copying My Written Word on Your Some What Undecipherable Page.

Yo Dude.
Since Your Placing My Blog On Your Site.
Find Your Nutz and Hit Me Up.

Oh Yeah, Fuck Your Corrupt Copy Rights.
At Least Spell Copyrights The Proper Way.

Respectfully,

Ryan Sean Donovan

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