Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

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God Bless Each and Every One Of Ya All.
Who Ever Your Beautiful God Is


Up High In Deaths Treacherous Clutch
An Actual Occurrence Just A Few Nights Back 2014 10 10


"Did you miss me Ryan"?

"Seeing you now in front of me. Yes".

"Your just always so up in the nano".

"Yeah Girl. Pretty Much. Except way up into the wee. Seemingly for sure when I'm cribbin alone. Out the wild blue, night terrors grab me by my very soul. Images as solid and real as actual flesh. Pulling me down into deaths abyss".

"Aww Baby. On a Psychological plain, this frightening realty like talons have grown so very deep into the core of your psyche due to all the death you have witnessed. The blood and human parts spread over a lifetime. Now add this to your unwanted, by birth depth into the 4th dimension. It's all breaking loose in your quietest of times".

"Phew. Well put I guess. You scaring me Girl".

"Oh Baby. No more concerns regarding the night. From now on, throughout your slumber we will be melted and merged together as one".

"Damn Girl. Ya gettin me all horn dawgged up".

"Your so bad Mr. One Track. You for sure are a Dawg Mr. South Central".

"Yeah. Da Hood grabs another Brentwood Socialite".

"Uh Huh. Lucky Me. Come on. They're serving coffee in the courtyard".

"Awight. Lets go".

Ryan and Shondra begin there short walk across the street to the courtyard of the mission.

"It's so strange Baby".

"Whats strange Shondra"?

"We are both born and bred SoCal Kidz. 
Me up in Brentwood.
You in South Central. 

Two worlds, galaxy's apart. 
Yet here we are knowing each other in a so committed way transgressing all social economic boundaries. 
Two separate paths colliding together".

"Yeah. For sure. 
Me a War Dawg. 
You an Anti-War protester".

"I hate when you bring that up. 
What I mean is worlds away regarding upbringing. 
Yet here we are locked up in this Love Thang'.

"Damn Girl. You gettin me all bothered and hot".

"You so incorrigible Dawg"

"Look at you. All South Central on my ass".

"It's just that rub off thang you got.  
What is the chance Ryan. 
Just out of the wild we run into each other in the 21st century?
Here up in the mountain high. 
How long have you been coming to this sky high place"?

"Since I was a kid. 
Actually, a young teenager. 
1966. 
It was then that I stumbled across this Mission."

When Ryan was up high in this most spiritual of places he stayed at the Mission. 
A place he considered drenched in some sort of ancient spirituality where all were protected and safe.

It was at that hour of the day. 
Where seemingly the powers that control the rise and fall of earth's essential rays were up in some sort of spiritual debate.
That instant when dusk begins her blanketing dance over the planet.  
Dusk upon Ya.

Shondra and Ryan approach the courtyard.

"Ryan. A lot of commotion coming from the courtyard". 

"I see that Shon. Hmmm"

Sitting on an iron bench is a young man. 
Mexican heritage.
About 5' 6" in height. 
Tight, Thick in build, like a bull.
Hanging from his right arm is a gauge bandage, completely unraveled.
An open, deep, long wound. 
Blood letting slightly. 
The arm had at this point, abscessed close to 2 1/2 times normal size.

Ryan takes a quick visual. 
He notices an employee on his cell phone.  
Ryan Tunes in for a nano. 
The employee is on with 911.  
There is a small crowd around the kid.

Ryan makes his way to the wounded young man while he more or less physically disperses the crowd.

"Ya All need to stand back. 
Quite down. I am an experienced Combat EMS".

That was how it all flew, calmly, out of Ryan's mouth.

"O.K. Son. 
I'm an experienced combat Marine Officer.  
You are going to be alright. 
Tell me what happened".

"I been shot. 
Two days ago. 
I tripped and fell about 20 minutes ago. 
The bandage came un done".

"O.K. I'm going to have an ambulance here to transport you to the hospital".

"No. No. 
I'm not going. 
No hospital".

"Talk to me Son. 
What's going on"?

"No hospital. No hospital".

"Tell me. Why no hospital"? 

"Cause I owe them money from two days ago".

"Son. 
Everyone owes the hospital money. 
You seriously need medical attention".

Ryan checks the Kid's forehead. 
He is burning up. 
Ryan then gets a quick read on the kid's pulse. 
Through the roof.
Ryan pulls off his his fleece lined hoodie and drapes it over the kid's shoulders.
He bends over close to the young man. 
Speaks calmly.
Very slow. 
Very deliberate into the young man's ear. 

"Son. 
You need to trust me. 
I am a Marine Combat Officer. 
You are in very serious condition. 
I understand you are scared. 
We are going to get through this. 
You   Need   To    Trust    Me".

"No Hospital. No Hospital".

"O.K. 
Without immediate medical attention you are going to loose your right arm. 
Your arm is abscessed almost 3 times it normal size. 
You are in severe shock. 
Do  You  Want  To Keep  Your   Right   Arm"?

"Yes. Yes. Yes".

"O.K. 
Trust me. 
I'm going to get you out of here. 
I will ride in the ambulance with you.  
Trust me. 
O.K."?

"O.K. 
I trust you Sir".

"Great. 
My name is Ryan. 
Everything is going to be alright".

"O.K. Ryan".

Ryan's face is up close to the kid's face to hide any and all commotion happening around them keeping this frightened young man from heading deeper into shock.    
Then out of the damn wild blue. 
One person yells:

"The ambulance. The ambulance".

Then a crowd joins in.
The kid picks up a bag. 
Jumps up and bolts.

"Fuck.  
Son of a bitch.  
Get outta my way damn it".

Ryan takes off after the kid.  
Grabs his Android hitting 911 as he runs after the young man. The Android is not at all steady in it's dialing mode.
The digital input screen is not taking the read from Ryan's hand as he runs with the kid.  
Ryan throws the Android to the ground as he grabs the kid's shoulder. 
Ryan retrieves his flip phone from his other front pocket, hits 911.

"911 Operator. What is your emergency"?

"I am with a gun shot victim.  
Subject is on the run. 
I am with him. 
We are proceeding west up a dirt alley across the street from the Old Mission. 
Subject is experiencing extreme shock. 
He is very frightened. 
Gun shot wound is to the upper right arm. 
Blood letting.
His arm has abscessed. 
It is 3 times larger at this point than normal".

"What is your 20 at this moment Sir"?

"Still west up the dirt alley approaching main, just south behind the smoke shop. 
O.K. I have visual on the Fire Truck. 
Shit. We are now north up an adjoining dirt alley.
O.K. I have visual on the ambulance at the end of the north alley.  
Fuck"!

"What is it Sir"?

"Subject has spotted the ambulance. 
We are now proceeding south up the north south alley approaching the east west alley.
Son. 
You need to stop right now. 
You need help".

With that the kid turned west towards the north south alley as both the fire truck and the ambulance pulled up in a clearing just north of the smoke shop.  

As Ryan and the kid passed the EMS vehicles, Ryan held up his phone so that the Paramedics could see the cell phone's light.
EMS started to call out as Ryan and the kid ran north up the long dirt alley. 

Ryan looked back down the alley to see 7 EMS personnel standing about 15 feet deep inside the alley with their hands in the air as if waiting for instructions.
Ryan yelled into the flip phone.

"911 Operator.  
Tell EMS personnel to enter into the alley and give pursuit to me and the subject".

"Sir that is negative EMS is waiting on a visual".

"Fuck".

Ryan and the kid were about 35 feet from the end of the alley and were approaching a street.
Ryan had to make a quick decision. 
The young man's shock level was completely off the wire. 
As well the kid's fright, of something, was not going to let this kid cease his escape mode from whatever.
Ryan also knew that Anaphylactic Shock was just around the corner. 
Once that happened the kid's existence in this dimension diminished greatly. 

"911 Operator. 
I am going to head south up the alley. 
I have visual on EMS. 
Tell them to start to come towards me".

Ryan proceeded.  
The kid actually stopped his escape for a minute.  
The problem was EMS was not advancing.
Ryan turned around to see the kid look back at him. 
Then take off up the alley to the street.
Ryan turned and again gave pursuit to the kid. 
Before he could get to where the kid was, the kid turned left at the street. 
Disappeared.

"Sir. Are you there"? 
911 Operator bellowed.

"Yes Mamm. 
The subject has disappeared 911.
In the wind".

Ryan closed his flip phone. 
He then went to tracking the kid.

He heard two voices, looked to his left, saw a light.
It was two young men from the Mission.

"Sir, we have a flashlight".

"Good. You come with me".

Ryan and one of the young men took off through the mountain  rugged  streets. 
Through fields. 
Then all of a sudden noticed a small light approaching.
They waited for the light to come up on them.  
It was a Patrol Officer on a bicycle.

"Whats going on gentlemen"? 
The Patrol Officer inquired.

The young Mission employee broke it down to 'Poe'.

'Poe' got on his radio. 
Then ran Ryan and the Mission employee.

"Alright Guys. 
Here is your I.D. 
We got this now. 
Thank you for your assistance".

Ryan and the young man walked away.

"That was a good job Sir. 
You did the best you could".

"Yeah. 
If that's the case the kid would have been in an ambulance by now. 
I should have never left his side. 
Son of A Bitch".

"Sir. 
It is not your fault".

"Fuck dat.   
That kid is going to die out here because I was derelict of duty. Muthufucker".

"Sir. Honestly. 
You could not have done any more. 
Stop here. 
Let's pray".

Ryan and the young man held hands in prayer.
The young man prayed what needed to be prayed.
They continued on.

They came around a corner and there was Shondra talking to another Bicycle Patrol Officer.

Ryan and the young Mission employee came up on Shondra and 'Poe'. 
Shondra handed Ryan his Android and hugged him tight. 

They walked back to the Mission in silence.
Ryan did not sleep the entire night, but instead blamed himself for the kid's fate of possibly dying out in the street.

When Ryan awoke there was Shondra with a cup of coffee.

"Good morning Baby. How did you sleep"?

"Like shit. 
Fuck me.  
I let that kid down".

"No you didn't Baby. 
You did all you could".

Ryan sipped the hot coffee with a 'Green Blackberry ' tea bag floating on the top.
Ryan reached over for his Android. 
Grabbed his ear-buds.  
Hooked them up. 
He went to hit the button on his Android to engage some music.

"What you listening to Baby"

Ryan shows her what he is about to play.

2pac. 
'Gansta Party' and 'Live and Die In L.A.'.

"Baby. You ain't nothing but an Old Hood Rat".  

"Copy Dat Girl. 
You Can Take Da Boy Out Da Hood. 
You Jus Can't Take Da Hood Out Da Boy".


2Pac - Gangsta Party ft. Snoop Dogg (Concert)  "Live At The House Of Blues"

Ryan. Out.



Now. On To The World

I know.
I know.
No more politics.

Boy Jus Cant Hep His Self.

File this one under;

'Feeling Safe America'.

Who Said The Cold War Is Over.
Seemingly Russia Didn't Get That E-Mail.

Cyber Spies In Russia Are Having A Field Day Regarding Da Hack Hack Hack Away.

No.

Nothing So Simple Such As Peeking Any Peep's Personal Info.
No.
Not The Ruskies.

These Boyz Ain't Playin.
Dey Goin After Da Real Cheeze.
NATO

Uh Huh.

You heard me right.
Having not watched any T.V. in the last 20 days or so I can not tell Ya All if any of this news has made it's way around the horn regarding the American Bought and Sold Newz media.

I can safely say that after the Peep's at Fox Newz hit up their daily view of Da Swamp Ya All might get lucky.

I Find The Following Article Off Da Wire Fascinating
I hope Ya All enjoy.

The Following Article Is Of Course Brought To You By Da Swamp' Friends Over At:

 

 

 

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Suspected Russian Cyber Spies Targeted NATO - R. Lemos, Ars Technica







Suspected Russian “Sandworm” cyber spies targeted NATO, Ukraine

Microsoft patches 0day vulnerability after attackers use it to hack targets.


A group of cyber spies targeted the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), Ukrainian and Polish government agencies, and a variety of sensitive European industries over the last year, in some cases using a previously unknown flaw in Windows systems to infiltrate targets, according to a research report released on Tuesday.
Dubbed "Sandworm" by iSIGHT Partners, the security consultancy that discovered the zero-day attack, the campaign is suspected to be Russian in origin based on technical details, the malware tools used, and the chosen targets, which also included government agencies in Europe and academics in the United States. If confirmed, the attack is an uncommon look into Russia's cyber-espionage capabilities.
"We can confirm that NATO was hit; we know from several sources that multiple organizations in the Ukraine were targeted," said John Hultquist, senior manager of cyber-espionage threat intelligence for iSIGHT. "We have seen them using Ukrainian infrastructure as part of their attacks."
The Sandworm Team, named because its members include references from Frank Herbert's Dune series in their code, also used a previously unknown software flaw to compromise some targets. Using the security hole, the Sandworm group could execute their attacks on systems running up-to-date versions of Windows Vista, Windows 7, Windows 8, and Windows RT. Microsoft plans to release a patch for the flaw during its regular updates on Tuesday.
"The power of the exploit is pretty substantial," Hultquist said. "From talking to some people over here, they have had a hard time writing signatures for it, and the attack does not crash anything. It's subtle."
Ironically, Windows XP, which Microsoft for the most part no longer supports, is not vulnerable to the attack.
This is not the first time that details of the espionage group's activities have been reported. The group landed in the news in September, when pieces of the operation were described by antivirus firms F-Secure and ESET. Those companies discovered that a relatively well-known spam and bank-fraud tool, known as Black Energy, had been used by the attackers to compromise systems and steal data.
"We have observed over a hundred individual victims of these campaigns during our monitoring of the botnets," Robert Lipovsky stated in ESET's initial analysis of the campaign in September. "Approximately half of these victims are situated in Ukraine and half in Poland, and they include a number of state organizations, various businesses, as well as targets which we were unable to identify."
Originally created seven years ago as a denial-of-service tool, Black Energy became a popular attack tool for Russian and Eastern European cyber-criminals. The program is not the first to be repurposed for cyber-espionage. An up-and-coming banking trojan named Dyre has become popular as a tool for espionage.
The antivirus firms' original analysis did not find signs of the 0day exploit, according to iSIGHT Partners, which discovered the issue in August and worked with Microsoft to identify the vulnerability.
The attackers made use of a variety of software flaws in addition to the 0day exploit, in some cases chaining together attacks on two vulnerabilities to gain the necessary privileges to run code on the targeted system—an increasingly common practice, iSIGHT said.
The security consultancy tracks at least five apparent Russian groups that focus on cyber espionage.
The Sandworm Team targeted NATO as far back as December 2013, while attendees to a global security conference were targeted in May of 2014. In June, a Polish energy firm, a French telecommunications firm, and other critical industries were targeted.
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In DA Street


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

 



The journey from the south side north was always in some way interesting.
Then on certain dayz, just plain outrageous.
Today was one of those.

I decided to cut over from 44th and 6th west past the pawn shop.
From there I proceeded north behind Food City to the neighborhood, then coming up out of the neighborhood to 33rd, then up and over to south 6th avenue. 

I was about four blocks into the neighborhood, heading north. 

As I approached the 5th block I felt a vibe.

Vibes are an integral part of my life on a nano to nano basis.
For vibes have been the main ingredient regarding my continuous daily occurrence of exhaling CO2 on this treacherous planet.  

I casually glanced 25 degrees to my left. 
Thank you vibe.

There stood, over waist high, thick and built, four Pit Bull dogs. All about a year old.

These beasts were all white except for one. 
He was white with black spots, and a big black spot covering his left eye. 
Adding character as it were.

I proceeded forward, then looked again left. 
Seemingly this team of pups were walking my way. 
Their determination in their pursuit to check me out was relentless.
Upon their approach they all took up their decided positions.

The first Pit positioned himself directly in front of me. Actually in my direct path.
The second pup positioned herself on my left.
The third escort walked around me, taking his position to my right.
Spot eye picked up my rear flank.

I did not stop my walk. 
My escorts just calmly fit themselves in cadence.

There I was, as it were, walking in the middle of a south side hood street chaperoned by my newly acquired  friends.

At this point, we walked, I talked. 
Softly. 
Very Calmly.
Telling these pups how beautiful they were and how damn big they were.

Forget for a moment they were very large Pit Bulls. 
They were absolutely some of the biggest dogs I had ever seen.

So we walked and talked. 

After four blocks I commented to my newly assigned troops how big they were. 
That they're doggie parents must be very large as well. 
I inquired at that point as to where were their Momz and Popz.

That's when I caught it.

On a front lawn, inclining upwards at about 20 degrees stood for sure the biggest damn Pit Bull, dog I had ever seen.
Mom.

Mom figured, what the hell. 

She joined in on this bazaar march. 
Mom took up right flank. 
I told her she was surely big. 
I said Popz had to be as big as well or, God Forbid, bigger.

Just as the period appeared on my vocal sentence, there he was. Approaching from the right. 
For sure, without a doubt, he was Big Dog. 
He joined the parade.

We all walked on for another block, me and the whole dog famdamily.

Out of the wild blue, big pup in front hit the deck, rolled over, started licking my legs. 
Then sister and brothers joined in this street love while Momz and Popz looked on.

After a few minutes of love they all approached me to receive some serious behind the ear petting.

Then, just as they approached me, they all disbanded and went their various ways.
Then, exhibiting a choreographed cheerleader move, they all looked back and nodded their heads to the right as if signaling farewell.

I looked up. 

I muttered to HIM. 

Uh Huh.
Walking with Wild Pit Bulls. 
You for sure Trippin Lord. 
Then in a quick lickety, a strong desert breeze brushed it's sweetness over me followed by three butterflies passing directly in front of me and just to make sure HE was clear, a black bird descended before me screeching his, "Have a good day Buddy".

I proceeded to 32cd street, then cut over to south 6th avenue. 
As I made my way north up south 6th avenue, approaching 31st street I noticed on the east side corner on 6th avenue and 31st street three young Mexican men, 17 to 18 years old standing there, more like securing that particular part of the tarmac.

These teenagers were dressed in red. 
Red bandanas. 
Bloods.
With these young men were two very beautiful young Mexican girlz. 
Maybe sixteen years old.

I continued north on south 6th. 
I always walk opposite of the traffic flow. 

As I approached 30th, one of these young ladies made her approach towards me. 
Crossing south 6th to my side of the street.

As she grew closer, to what I call my meet and greet space I said;

"Yo señorita aplogize. no soy una perspectiva buena."

For my single lingual readers. Defined> I apologize. I am not a good prospect

Young girl positioned herself to my right, without a word, fell in lock step with me.

The time was 8:45. 
Sunday morning.
We walked in this manner, silent for the next three blocks.

Without any props, out the wild blue, this beautiful young girl said to me;

"¿Tiene algún licor?"

 For my single lingual readers. Defined>Do I have any liquor?


"No, te puedo asegurar que no lo haga. ¿No es demasiado joven para beber licor. Así que es muy pronto."

For my single lingual readers. Defined> No, I sure don't. Are you not too young to be drinking liquor. As well it is so very early.

"Hace que vaya más rápido"

For my single lingual readers. Defined> It makes it go faster.

"Que quiere decir los hombres y todas las repeticiones?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined> You mean the men and all the repetition?

"Si"

"We walked on for a bit."

"Se puede orar por mí?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined> Will you pray for me?


"Sí. Rezaré por usted. ¿Cómo se llama usted?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined> Yes. I will pray for you. What is your name?

"Mi nombre es Monique."

For my single lingual readers. Defined> My name is Monique.


"Para que Monique. Que Dios los bendiga."

For my single lingual readers. Defined>For sure Monique. God Bless You.

With that Monique trailed off east, across 6th avenue.
I turned right off south 6th avenue, west up south 28th street. 
I walked another 10 steps up south 28th.
My tears started to hit the hot tarmac like exploding mortars. 
I looked and said through the torrential onslaught of tears;

Lord, God Almighty, Please, Oh God, Please Intercede and Find This Young Lady. Save Her Lord. Oh God Please Save Her.

Can't say how long I stood there begging My Lord God Almighty To Save This Beautiful Young Girl from the spoils of war.
Tears finding this keyboard as I type. 
The treacherous, wicked world for now safely at bay.

Ryan. Out. 



2014 14 10  /  17:15  Hours  /  Pacific Standard Time

Just A Short Note.
As I Sit Here In The Library Going Over Today's Last Editing Of This Blog.
Girly Gal Sitting Close Up Upon Me In Her Chair.
My Arm Around Her.
Together Reading About Monique.
We Are Both Drenched In An Onslaught Of Tears.
Some Things Never The Fuck Change.