Returning To The Bar, Alcohol, Drug Days-Memories
Returning To The Bar, Alcohol, Drug Days-Memories
Returning To The Bar, Alcohol, Drug Scene-Memories
Much has been going on in my life. Everyone knows that I do much writing online. From family dysfunctions to “fights” with the supernatural I decided to celebrate “Me”. I’ve been held back for years due to human sin. I’ve finally reached a point where I can at least attempt to start over “fresh”. Last night I drove around. “Back in the day” we used to call that “cruising”. So much has been thrown down and removed. Life is nothing like it was 5 or ten years ago. The only house that looked exactly the same was Eric’s. Eric was my best friend before he betrayed me. I know that there is a message from God concerning Eric’s house. I haven’t figured that message out yet. I also notice that friends who spent most of their lives in jail are now being “blessed” with good jobs and opportunities.
It’s very ironic. People who lived very addictive and “thug” lives thirty years ago are still alive, now “Christian”, and living good lives. People who I thought would be living that way are now either dead or living foul lifestyles.
Years ago I came to the conclusion that our life is “scripted” by superior beings with “sick” senses of humor. How many of you remember the movie “Spider-man”? Do you remember when everything went wrong for Peter Parker? I think a car splashed water on Parker just as it began to rain on him. Stan Lee was the creator of Spider-man/Peter Parker. Stan Lee made Parker’s life a living hell.
As much as you, I, religion or anyone else wants to be “prophets” there is no certain way to know what will happen. In my older age, I have become a staunch advocate of prayer.
I entered the bar tonight. It was a Monday night and was quite empty. The two bar tenders have been working there for years. My relatives often frequent that bar. It was very boring. I decided to drink two beers and drive elsewhere. The female bar tender played one song. Other people entered the bar. I decided to play songs. I have a great knowledge of music. I learned music from my now deceased father. He was in a 1950’s “soul” group.
At this point I want to talk about the Supernatural. Since I was thirteen years old, I have lived the bar life. Female bar tenders always took a “liking” to me. Tonight’s bar tender also gave me a free drink. I guess it’s my “swagga” (just joking).
There’s a fast food restaurant in Red Bank, New Jersey. I used to eat there every morning as my job was right up the street from the location. I used to love to sit way in the back underneathe the music speaker. That restaurant played good music from the 1960’s. There was an old man who made me angry. He would always be in the same seat that I wanted. I was angry because life was always like that. Once again those Super Beings who love “f**king our lives up” were at work. The restaurant was full of empty seat, yet this old guy had to always want to sit in “MY” seat.
One morning I was sitting in that seat when this old blonde lady came in. She was drving a very old broken down car. I knew she was a bar goer. I could definitely relate to her. I was sitting in “my” seat wearing a suit and tie and reading the Bible. She came walking down the isle, heard the music and began dancing in front of me.
I smiled with in my head and said, “dam I still got it”. I had left the bar life alone, most of my friends were dead, and I still had “drunk” females dancing in front of me. I guess it was my “swagga”.
Something stranged happened. The female noticed I was reading the Bible and asked me a question about the end of the world. I don’t remember what she told me, but she told me some very portent information. That incident taught me to never job anyone by how they look. That woman was definitely spiritual (Acts Chapters 1 and 2).
Tonight I drove back to the fast food restaurant. It’s been three years but the restaurant is totally changed. I was actually looking for a female manager who was my inspiration back in 2006/2007. Things change fast. What’s good today is no longer relavent. The manager probably no longer works there, but the fires were good. My “seat” was no longer there. New bathrooms were installed.
I want to add that I finally stopped “racing” that old guy for the coveted seat. I actually offered it to him. He told me that he was unaware that I wanted it and he let me sit there from then on. God’s Ways usually are best.
God (the Supernatural) was talking to me at the bar tonight. A woman and a man were sitting next to me. The woman was mentioning some one named Shavon and the zodiac sign Leo. Across the bar was Jesse’s daughter. Jesse was an old woman who knew everybody. When all the gangstas entered the bar, they kissed Jesse. When I entered the bar, Jesse kissed me. I still remember the day I heard a woman’s voice in my home. I went through the home looking to see “who” was speaking. I eventually saw a
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