Splain Away Tuesday
Ryan gotta boatload of splainin to do.
First Things First.
My search for a new, another blog medium was to create a space if you will to just write stories.
All kinda stories in pursuit of the creative flow.
Most importantly to move away.
Way far away from world and American politics.
Subject matter that for me is akin to Deep Napalm Cornea Injections with a Rectal Exam Float.
I have never been politically party affiliated.
I've never voted.
This conclusion came to me while Rollin a Giant Rip off Marina Del Rey one sunny beautiful afternoon.
I was 15 years old.
American Political elections were full throttle.
I believe this raging surf epiphany was in part driven by the first sign of insanity in the modern American world.
The horrible assassination of President John F Kennedy.
That particular day I had chosen a self induced sickness for the simple fact I did not want to go to school that day and so desperately wanted a 3 day weekend.
Little did I know.
That Friday morning changed my life for ever.
All innocence dissipated from my spirit and soul like the frenzied flow of wild driven water from a broken street main.
Where this whole blog thang came to birth was back in Naples, Florida.
Da Swamp.
What ignited lift off out into this blogosphere was the radio.
I do not watch T.V.
Except of course when I rent everything included studio apartments or motel rooms.
To all who ask me, Ryan why motels and everything included studios.
You can easily afford a real crib.
Yeah.
A real crib.
Along with the Power company.
WiFi.
Cable.
Water, On and On.
I surely do not have the mental capacity to deal with all that.
Checks and such.
Hell I haven't had a checking account for at least 25 years.
Credit Union savings, yeah.
Then all the major plastic.
Only one I use, maybe twice a year is AMX.
Member since 1975.
Customer service eons ahead of the other plastic.
Quick exit off Diversion Freeway back on the road.
What happens in these all inclusive dwellings without fail.
Mr. Click rears up his ugly head and always finds his way to Fox News.
It is at that point I know I am truly done for.
I ain't gonna lie.
Fox News drags me all the way in sans kicking and screaming.
Even in those seemingly most desperate of times Mr. Mute is usually engaged and I am listening to the radio on one of my Androids.
Where this dirt road is leading to.
Is when I finally separated from the acid burning nerve ending existence of Corporate 250 America I was bored out of my mind.
This was in fact the first time in my life that I had not worked going back to the young age of 11 years old.
Add into this visceral realty I was domained in Naples, Florida. The absolute most racist enclave plastered wall to wall with stamped, certified, 100% Assholes.
Except of course for my Dawgs Dennis and Bern.
So here I am day after a day locked in suffocating boredom as I never witnessed before.
After my 4 mile run and morning workout, there I sat in Da Crib listening to the radio.
Pundents and Hosts Screaming about The president.
Negative on every level.
That was not the problem.
The problem I was having with the anger regarding Mr. Barry O. Bama was that no one was telling the audience who in fact the man was.
Who his friends were.
What his exact background was.
So here I was broken down in my '63' Pontiac Bonneville at the intersection of 'What da Fuck Blvd' and 'You Shittin Me Road'.
I'll state without any doubt what so ever, that I find the President to be a highly intelligent individual who possess an amazing persona along with charisma deliverance the likes that I have never witnessed.
I've always stated that to sit down and speak with this man would be a humbling honor.
A Forty and a Blunt.
I'm there.
What did surprise me in a very horrible way was that his election brought out in droves this countries 'Haters' like I had never even imagined.
But what real set me off was that through all this pontificated hate, not one individual spoke about who in actuality this man was.
Who his friends were.
What his involvements throughout a life were.
I do take one exception regarding all this though.
Out in San Diego, Roger Hedgecock, the radio talk show host spoke in detail regarding Mr. Obama.
Taking it all even further towards the ledge.
One night while taking a break from my 3rd shift gig I stepped outside to light a menthol.
It was October 2008.
I looked up and said out loud to myself that if this man, Obama was elected, America would be magically transformed over night into:
The United Communist Welfare States of America.
Maybe I was the only one.
This out loud exclamation of mine did not include one iota of malice nor hate.
That stating what I believed to be fact, that I based solely on who the man was.
How and what he did in his life.
Who his closet friends and backers were.
I also thought to myself that 'White Guilt' was gonna push this dog off da cliff.
Just sayin.
Fast forward back to Naples, Florida.
My crib and the radio.
I listened day after day to all the talk hosts going on and on about this and that regarding The President.
But all without what I believed the necessary substance involved in the True Who, What and Why phase of it all.
That's when it happened.
One day after my morning routine, sitting up in my crib in Da Swamp.
I started again to experience grey matter melt down.
I took the alligator by the tail, wandered down to the Naples Senior Center where I heard there was a computer lab.
That very day I launched Ryanindaswamp on WordPress dot Com.
That was the final week of December 2011.
O.K. Ryan.
Where Da Hell You Going With All This.
Glad Ya asked Slappy.
I am at a point.
In fact a point, a juncture if you will that I have driven up to many times on this site.
I am absolutely tired of writing about Criminal Corrupt American Politics and all the Tainted Possessed and Rotting Players involved in this game of Lies and Deceit.
Knowing with out a doubt that in America this Slant Face game is played out only for the wealthy.
On both sides of the Criminal Party spectrum.
My inspiration that at one time propelled me to write regarding this trash has dissipated like the tire scum tracks laid down in the wake of the passing of Republic Industries Garbage Haulers.
In fact the last blog that I wrote, for sure never more, was back in Tucson, 1st of October.
I had decided that day to bail Tucson.
It is a very dangerous place, as well a place not at all for the faint of heart.
Friends of mine who have resided there for quite some time refer to Tucson as 'Satan's Crib'.
Things like.
The beginning of this last summer.
A major intersection approaching downtown needed some type of road repair.
Involved in this maintenance was called for the sewer cover in the middle of the busy intersection to be removed.
Road crew dispersed.
Lifted the lid.
Workman started decent down.
Then it happened.
Somewhere close to 3 feet down was a dead man, suspended in the man hole.
Authorities determined he was hanging around in there for about a year and a half.
Every day it is common that dead people are found throughout Tucson in the many washes and desert settings.
TPD, (Tucson Police Department) are under staffed to the tune of 300 Patrol Officers and counting.
There is not a direct phone line to 'Poe'.
911 only.
Calls are prioritized.
It is not uncommon to wait up to 6 hours regarding a robbery or some such crime.
I will also mention that Tucson is the bastion of the deep deep Liberal Far Far Left.
Social Programs up the Kazang.
You a convicted felon piece of crap.
Tucson the place to be.
So.
A few weeks back I decided that I was leaving Tucson.
I chose a place, beautiful in every way.
In fact I believe the most beautiful place I have been in all my globe trotting.
A place I have been showing up in dating back to 1966.
I went online to check out job leads.
I came to one job that jumped out at me.
Over The Road Trucking with the largest hauler in the U.S.
I call the number.
Recruiter hooks me up.
3 days later I'm bivouacked at their Phoenix, Arizona Terminal.
The bottom line.
To say that this OTR Trucking Experience was a hell based, Napalm Induced Rectal nightmare is a
Brobdingnagian upgrade.
I decide to initiate my original plan to this small quite wild wild western town up in the high.
Where I have many very cool friends.
One of my friends is a beautiful blond who I have known for quite some time.
We are of the same age and if all that was not enough deeply in love.
Of course I am just figuring all of this out now.
Ms. Vivacious Girly Gal also carries a few Ivy League degrees in her Levi pockets.
So as well as Salaciously Gorgeous, and Very Sexy to the point of keeping my Pencil Fully Loaded at all times with Deadly Love Lead, Her IQ is off da wire.
Our beings collide head on in That Something Something Jiggle Shake Shake Jiggle Wham Slam Kabam daily ritual.
So when I hooked up with another trucking company, Girly Gal laid it on the line.
"You're a writer. This is what you do. This is all you do from now on".
Myself knowing enough to never ever Disagree or God forbid fight with a Female, to say I am on board with Da Boss as it were is a Cyclopean understatement.
Oh yeah.
7 years of celibacy.
Out da window somewhere on da freeway floor.
As well I now have an Agent, who said he is getting back to me in 8 weeks whenever that was.
Where all this concrete is hitting the road is I just want to write stories.
Just on a daily basis alone.
What I run into.
The Peeps I meet are more than enough material to last a lifetime.
At this point in time I have decided that Blogger Dot Com is the most accessible medium for me.
Blogger is good.
Blogger is bad.
The bottom line for me is that Blogger is easy.
Regarding the social media aspect of it all.
I am the thick idiot left at the door.
I just don't get it.
I'm a writer.
So.
What I did today was go deep back into the archives here in Da Swamp and dragged out a story that I was not only on fire. Inspired to write.
But the second half literally tore my soul out.
I cried towards the end.
In Da Street.
The story takes place back in Tucson during my South Side days.
I wrote this in the spring of 2012
I hope Ya All enjoy.
The South Side
