I never really took anything personal when i had to do a job. There was no connection to me and the person that had to be done.
There was a guy that i work with, that use to just piss me off. I never had to do a job with him. He was the person that was in charge of the supplies we needed for our jobs. Lou La Ponta. He was a ex Army guy. That fvcker wanted to always tell everybody how to do thier jobs.
One day he got on my nerves so bad, i just told him, to get the Hell out of my space. It was bad enough i was worring about all the things that could go wrong when i wired somebodys vehicle. He didnt like what i said at all. That Motherfvcker turned red as hell. Then he said some wild azz stuff. You know i know where you Mother lives. That shock me for a minute. Of course i wanted to jump on his azz, but he would have shot me before i took to steps. So i calmed myself down. Then i did a bit*h move. I said, Hey Lou im sorry man. I just lost my head for a minute. You know I am close to getting out of this crap work. I just cant afford to mess anything up.
I kiss Lou's azz for about three months. I even bought him coffee, or lunch when i had to come to the supply house.
One night i had to stay late and put two jobs together. One for me, and another for Dirty Wood. Lou was feeling good that night. He was acting like we were pals. He invited me to stay at his Condo in Buckhead, Ga. It was about forty miles away from the supply house.
I wasnt flying out until the next afternoon anyway. Plus i had to make sure the stuff, Dirty Wood and I needed was shipped out that night.
Lou and I got to his place around eight thirty. Man he had a nice place. You can tell he was proud of it. You could also tell he was lonely.
Lou was a drinker. He had whatever you wanted to drink. I was pretty good around a bar, so i asked him what he wanted to drink. Scotch and soda, he said . All i needed was my Weed. So i rolled me a couple of joints, after i fixed Lou's drink.
After we ate, we watch some TV. He had one of those projection tvs, with the screen that came out of the ceiling. Atlanta was playing New York. New York was spanking that azz.
Lous old azz was nodding off. He would spill his drink, and then just go and fix another one. It didnt help that i spiked his Scotch. He had asked me for a hit of my Joint. I told him i had some powerful stuff. Mixing it with Alcohol might not be good. The Drunk, and Drugged Motherfer told me he was the Man. He could handle anything i could, plus some. So of course i gave him a special Joint i rolled. I lit it for him, then passed it to him. Man he hit that joint like a Champ. His fvcking eyes rolled to the back of his head, he coughed, grabbed his chest, then fell on the floor. I stood up unzipped my pants, and pissed in his face, while he laid there dead. I knew i was going to kill that piece of crap. I just didnt know i was going to feel so good about it.

thank you. It is like my little book.

In 85 they said i was free. Thats until she said she would marry me. The blood on my hands was almost dry. I dont think they thought i would live. i was suppose to die. How long could i hide the life that ended life. It was starting to be to much pressure. Drinking, thinking, hitting as much pink as i could. Would i let the blood come to my door? I had to do what i had to do. No more family. No more wife. No more son. Life on the run. Not from the law, but into lawlessness. A vest, and what worked best.

Blood on my hands. A coward killer. I never look at thier face. To get one, i had to get rid of everyone in the place. man, woman, young, old, there couldnt be anyone left to tell the story. A car, bus, train,or Plane. It was simple. Now when it happens, it had to be a terrorist.

Blood on my hands even on the road. From state to state. Whats in the box? Paper brother. Bodies wrapped up like fresh fish. I didnt catch them, so i didnt care. I just moved when i was told. Seven and a half years. Alone. No home. No rest. No whats best. You dont want blood on your hands, then you move the bodies, or you will be moving someones body you know.

2009 they said i was free again. Nigger go home. Ha, yea go home. One room with a chair, and a tv. No sleep. peeping out the door and window. Washing my hands every chance i get. Ready set go. Go where? There is no one there. Work is my haven. Saving me from hanging myself from a tree. There is no love. It has to be that way. I pushed it all away. Thats why you are alive today. You dont have to understand. Just know, when they call, i have to go. So you wont get a knock on your door.

I remember one time, we were in Nevada. I was the new guy at that time. I was call the Outhouse. That ment i had to dig the holes for the bodies. I think because i hated doing it, is why i wanted to blow people up. Most of the evidence would burn. This one night me and Dirty Wood, was talking about what we were going to do with our life if we lived long enough to get out of this mess.
They called him Dirty Wood, because he had the HIV. But he was still fvcking hoes. Sometimes he would break the comdems on purpose. What the *uck was i going to do?, call the Board of Health on him. They said he caught it from some b1tch that Magic Johnson fvcked back in the day. He didnt have any trouble getting Azz. He was one of those rough built motherfvckers. HE was messed up in the head because of catching HIV. Of course it was the womans fault. *hit, i wore a condem when one of them hoes gave me a Handjob. Nevada hoes was hot in more ways than one.
Dirty Wood was the insurance man. If somebody wanted to get rid of a person they had a big policy on, he was sent to do what had to be done. Trust me, this motherf*cker would throw the policy (the insured) in front of a train in broad day light. The paper would say someone fell off the platform onto the tracks. If he was in a good mood, he would just drug them, then get a Outhouse to dig a hole, and we would bury them alive. The only bad part about that was we had to dig them back up. The insurance company paid faster when they had a body.
We got paid faster too.

Well, i just give a little ata time. Its part of my book

I stared at the back of her head. I knew what i had to do. This wasnt what i was use to. I was use to hearing a bang, and seeing a cloud of dust. She was suppose to be in the car, Stupid B1tch. Out like a fvcking light. Is she drunk? Is she sick? I got closer to the bed. She looked blue. I touched her shoulder. Cold as ice. Dont tell me the guy i just blew up killed this b1tch. Who is she? I found her purse hangging on the door knob. Just like most woman, she had a bunch of crap in it. Her name is Pilar. What kind of name is that? In her pictures she was fine as hell. She didnt look to good in that bed. Now if i was suppose to blow Ms Pilar up, and someone else killed her. This crap stinks. What the hell am i going to do? My people want to read that she blew up. This is fvcked up. I dont get names, i just get the info on the type of vehicle, and where. Somebody double booked on this b1tch. They wanted her azz dead for sure. Wait, what does that say about me? I dont miss. To bad for that other Motherfvcker. He wasnt suppose to be in the car. Damn, now i have to fix this mess. He isnt going to take credit for my job. I will just have to put Ms Pilar in the car i drove here, and kill this heifer again. Im getting to old for this. Maybe i should go into Trucking.

Or do you bite it when you get close to the end?

Continue to do everything to make you and your life better for your future. This way they, and everyone can see that you love yourself, and you care about what type of life you provide for the person you choose to be with. Dont fight against the. It puts to much pressure on her. Just create a stress free atmostphere when you are together. Good luck.

Everything that should be said shouldnt always be said. You have to consider how much you care about the person. Sometimes you have to redirect the question, so they give themselves the answer.

I met a Man with a Plate in his Lip
But he had no Food to but on his plate

I met a Woman with four Arms
But she didnt have anyone to Hug

I met a little Boy with ten Fingers on each Hand
But no one would hold his hand, when he crossed the street

I met a Old Woman who had Ten Babies, and her Babies had Ten Babies
But they never came to see her

I met Dog with no Nose and no Tail. What the hell?

It makes you wonder. Is your life really that bad?

A Cell rings

A Cell Clangs

A Cell rang

A Cell banged

A Cell takes a message

A Cell sends a message

A Cell recharges

A Cell holds you after a charge

Cell, Bell, Fail

Oh Well

i wish

Spittle goes a long way

Green until you get to your destination

If that was the first sentence out of your mouth with me that would be fine.
Just let the subject come up naturally. everyone talks about kids some time or another.

They dont want implants
They just want to inplant thier pen1s in you
They dont care about botox
Just your Box