So, I got up early this morning, 5:45 AM, and switched off the outside lights. Went back to bed after holding a long leak with the intention to sleep only for another fifteen minutes, as I had plans to wash the Accord before heading out to work. The colour of the car (navy blue) shows up dust and dirt very easily. It was last washed on Thursday, but rain fell that afternoon, so you know how it go. In addition, some bird seemed to feel that my new wheels was the perfect place to leggo a shit. I’da like shot the feathered crapper if I could positively ID it! So, got back up at 6:05, brushed teet and headed to the kitchen, looking for the bunch of keys to open the store room where the car wash liquid and big fluffy sponge that is used to wash the car is locked up. Well, me look, and me look, ’till me all start cuss unda mi breath….all now me nuh see nuh keys. I will have to ask my housekeeper weh she do wid de key when she reach dis mawnin.

So, I woke up early with a plan in mind, but dat one get frig. Eventually, decided to chill in front of my fish tank with my cuppa tea, spending about fifteen minutes of quality time….it is cool out on the patio at that hour, watching the fish is relaxing, and of course, man deh inna him favourite next to nutten garb. Could easily not go to work today, but then again, that might be a bit too greedy as tomorrow is Labour Day, so a holiday in the middle of the week. Of course, it would have been sweeter if it was a Monday or Friday, adding some length to the weekend, but I still thankful for the day from work. I know I WILL NOT be labouring. A later than usual wake is on the agenda. In fact, tonight some of the crew from my high school class are to pass chru the yard for some spirit. (Scratchie, if you read dis you welcome to reach!) We will be having a brunch in order to raise a likkle funds for charity on July 1st. I was put in charge of arranging the printing of the tickets (which yours truly designed using MS Word). I am to collect them during lunch time. So, distribution begins tonight. I may well lick street after dem bwoy leave the yard with my bredrin (cousin) Jamdown Canadian, who goin reach the lime also.

Apart from that, I jus here a fart round and pass some time, as this is a bit earlier than usual for me. Better go look after some breakfast now still…… So until next time……over and out.

Hail up. A shortish post while I finish my breakfast…..ok, you want to know wah me a nyam? Two slices of multi grain bread with cheddar cheese, two slices of paw paw (papaya), an otaheite (nuh how how de ra$$ dat suppose to spell) and some ortanique juice. My vitamins will top it off, and after a visit to the boyz room (will spare you all the details of that), I should be good to go for work.

Now what is up with the title? Well, being a male you might be wondering yourslef….. After all, being the ones with the ’spare parts’, we dudes usually are the ones doing the jooking…nuh true? Well, guess what? Get your mind outta de gutter…a nuh dat me a talk bout! So, what den?

Let me share a short one with you. Monday night gone, I was on the patio. It was about 10PM, and I was in my ‘man o yard’ garb…(AKA boxers). There I was pretty relaxed with a rum and coconut water sipping, while doing some reading on the patio in a comfortable chair. All of a sudden, out of the blue, I felt as if a prickle had stuck me in my right leg……didn’t feel very hot, but it did get me distracted enough and had me looking at the chair to see what could have caused that. After about a minute, the feeling had more or less subsided and I found nutten, so I passed it off as ….well, nutten. Went back to reading and sipped some more of the goodly VX and coconut water. ‘Bout two minutes later I felt as if an injection needle had been jabbed into my foot again……. rassclaat!! I tell you, I cuss some heap o bad wud. Held on to my leg in distress and then saw the likkle shyte of an arthropod that was responsible for my pain! Of course, I must have killed the damn wasp about fifteen times! Turns out the wretched thing with wings and and a sting, was building a nest beneath the chair, and I suppose my leg was friggin up his plans. Anyhow, my leg got all whealed up, red, swollen and hot. I had to doctor it myself and is only since last night that things more or less returning to normal. I tell you, I have been stung by bees before, but I think this is my first close encounter with a wasp. All I can say is try stay far from dem. So, overall, I ended up being on the receiving end of a most unpleasant jook! Personally, I prefer to do it the male way, and continue to be the jooker rather than the jookee! And, my jooks don’t cause pain either….strictly pleasure!

Anyhow, in case you forgot, the weekend looms, its TGIF time. Enjoy it. And BTW, for the locals who may pass here…..what a rain sweet last night!

Well, as I said, I been doing more reading that writing of late, but this ‘write’ has perhaps been stimulated by a ‘read’ over at Mad Bull’s site, as well as a personal experience of mine that took place early last week.

The Bull was showcasing a photo of Kingston’s waterfront that apparently another blogger had posted. Can’t say I recall ever checking the blogger’s site, not ’cause I have anything ‘gainst the individual, is just that since I not so prolific with this thing anymore, I not much into checking out new sites……. I kinda stick with what I know and like. And as a BTW, since I mention that, nuff of onoo mussi check seh man stop read and comment pon onoo site. Not really, what happen is that mi computer and blogger in particular (not my fav…always seems to be causing worries) seem to have issues. In many cases I can’t open comment boxes, can’t post comments or whatever…..furthermore, on many of the sites where I do get the comment box to open, dem people name blogger no longer seem to recognize my password. So the comment nuh get post, man get vex and cuss rass, and so it endeth……so, if you don’t see any words from me, it nuh necessarily follow seh me dash you weh. Maybe someone like MB can try to fix these ‘issues’ or I may need to call in a anodda bredrin with ‘tech’ skills (which I am not afraid to say I lack when it comes to these things called computers).

Anyhow, continuing….. MB was writing about the decay of downtown Kingston, which I agree in many ways is a big shame. Downtown Kingston did play a great part in the history making of this nation….and for that reason alone, we should try to preserve it. Mark you, it is not only in Ja. where there have been parts of cities that have decayed. However, in many other places (perhaps where there is more money) lots has been done to make good on the decay. Old delapidated buildings are demolished, and new ones replace them, economic growth is stimulated, and a transformation of sorts occurs.

There are efforts presently to restore the ‘down’ end of our city, but in many ways, I have to agree, the success seems to me, like a fart in the wind…here now, but gone in seconds…..for want of a better analogy. I have to agree again, criminal elements, fear of lawbiding citizens, an unwillingness to do business/invest expensive money in an area where one may reap limited rewards financially etc. are some factors that contribute to the seeming failure to resuscitate the dead or dying downtown. It would be nice if things could be turned around, but I don’t see it happening in the near future…….

The Bull also mentioned that he felt much safer in New Kingston…..and I do agree with him there, though personally, I would much rather do business on its outskirts, as it is just a headache to bob and weave through the traffic and finding a parking space during daytime hours is like hoping to find rocking horse manure!

Personally, my experiences with downtown ever since leaving the Blue and White of North Street in ‘81 have been very limited. Since then, I have had more than twenty years associated with the UWI, and and about another seventeen or so associated with its hospital.

Monday night of last week, I was called by one of our Nurses regarding a patient’s blood pressure……it was markedly elevated. Now, despite the fact that he was not admitted to our servce for this, we do have to look after it. Turns out that the man has been known to have ‘pressure’ for a long time, but has not taken any medcation for same for almost a week, and of course, like many of our true blue Jamaican patients, hadn’t a clue what he was taking for it (when he was being compliant)…..fellow thought that telling me ’bout ‘a likkle brown pill’ was providing me with a wealth of pharmaceutical knowledge. Needless to say, the pressure was so high, I had to be titrating it down using an intravenous antihypertensive….until he was within a safe range…….lest him go get a ’stroke’. While I am waiting to check on his pressure, I hear two gunshot buss in the distance, breaking the relative quiet of the night……it was ’bout 11:15 PM. About thirty seconds later, I hear the ‘reply’ ….three shot, but these sound like dem a leggo from a heavier gun. Eventually, things go quiet again. ‘Bout fifteen minutes later, I am dong a final check on the patient’s pressure and it is now satisfactory…..I am writing my notes in his docket and preparing to leave…..when all of a sudden, the REAL BLOODCLAAT deal start buss. Trus me, I actually jumped when I heard the first few leggo. This time, it sound like dem a buss right on the hospital compound…..and there was a true war going on lasting for about ten minutes. Trus me, nuff shot did fire. Eventually, it stopped….doh ask me if anybody did dead…I haven’t a clue and nutten was heard about it in the news next day. Of course, as dem seh, ‘coward man keep sound bone’….I delayed my departure to return home in order to draw cover for the night, hoping that I wouldn’t get called again. When the security guard was opening the gate to let me out into the parking area, he told me to be careful, ’cause de dutty bwoy dem a buss shot outta road!’ I told him I had heard, and that I would do my utmost best. Driving through the gate to exit, I see two Police cars guarding the exit and entrance gates of the hospital. The road otherwise in Papine was almost like a ghost town. I got home safely in about fifteen minutes (yeah, I did press out the cyar).

Long and short of it, is we need to continue to pray for Ja. Land We Love. We all can’t flee to ‘foreign’, for if we do, then the wrongdoers will have won the battle. This country belongs as much to me, as to any of its other decent citizens. Just remember, there is only one (or perhaps) two ways by which we can help to bring about change…. 1. By voting, 2. By being good role models for others to emulate. I can’t right now tell you that either P (referring to the JL and PN) is better, but I do feel that the present regime siddung too long inna de chair and is time fe dem fe get evicted! I think I going stop there. Post may seem at times disjointed, but it is truly from the heart of one Jamaican man who can easily love and hate this rass of a place (rass being used more as term of enderament here) at the same time. Time to flash and get ready to go see some private patient yaw! Blessings.

Well, like I had promised, my scarcity has continued, with me surfacing every now and again to write down a few words. I am sure some of you have concluded that I have given up dis bizniz, and in fact, I am almost there….much more reading than writing. I had a chat with Mad Bull, last week I think it was, and I told him that apart from not having the time to do this on a regular basis, I really am not getting outta blogging what I did previously. When I was ‘well into’ this thing I would post most days at least once, and in some cases, twice a day. I would leggo a post in the morning (making me late for work on a number of occasions) and then I would nyam my dinner in front of the compi, looking out for comments and then surfing through the sites that I would read regularly. Not so anymore……it really means nutten to me anymore when I haven’t written anything down for weeks. In fact, its a nice feeling if a day passes that I do not even press the power button for this machine (indeed, I am no geek/techie/computer addict…..whatever you waan call it). So, perhaps, like a volcano that has had its period when it would erupt on a regular basis, I think this site is entering a period of dormancy. Every now and again, there may be some stirring in the bowels, and a likkle suppem might let off, but not with any regularity or furor…..

Anyhow, with that preamble, I do have a likkel bit to share. When last did someone play a prank on you and you fell for it? Well, last Friday evening for me. I was finishing up clinic at the hospital (and I was also on call) when the cell rang. Now I did not recognize the number coming up on the screen and being on call, and it was about 4 in the afternoon, I answered in the usual professional way, in case this was a work related call…….”Hello, good afternoon….” I hear a male voice on the other end…..”Is this Doctor D?” I replied in the affirmative. “This is Michael, your patient……the one with the rash on him foot…..” (I am quite puzzled as I really don’t recall who this person is.) He continues…”The cream weh you gimme fe rub pon mi foot naw work…actually de rash a spread and get worse….” I say to him, “Sir, I do not recall who you are, where did I see you?” (I see patients in three places in town and one place in rural Ja.) He does not answer my question and continues…..”You see dis now, de man doh even memba him patient dem……is Michael dis man……” I again ask him the question, but he does not answer. He continues chatting about the rash on his foot and the cream and telling me his name again, by which time I have stopped speaking and am listening to him in silence……he then says….”Hello?” I say, “I am still here Sir, but I suspect that what you will need to do is to make another visit to see me so I can re-evaluate your situation….” He starts to laugh…. “Visit again? Den nuh more money dat?” At which time the laughter gets even more raucous as if he is ridiculing me. He then identifies himself……”Yow my yute……is Ranny dis man! But how you sound so cool and professional?” I had a good laugh myself and said to him, “You know is only cause I am in front of two of my female colleagues why I doh leggo some good claat pon you ra$$!” Anyhow, we chatted for a bit and he said he was sorry that he had not recorded the convo to play it back for the rest of the crew from my high school class. Yep, he caught me good with that one.

Any of you saw the boxing match with Mayweather and DeLa Hoya? I am a big boxing fan, but I didn’t see it as it seems HBO didn’t carry it Saturday gone. It was showing at Cuddyz, but I couldn’t bother to go there to see it, in fact that place lost it for me long ago…haven’t pushed that door in at least a year or maybe even more. Anyhow, after doing a likkle net searching yesterday I see where Mayweather won by split decision, and then promptly announced his retirement after…saying that he wants to spend more time with family and that professionally, he has nutten more to prove. I really didn’t have a favourite for the match, but if HBO shows it this weekend, I will probably tek it een. However, it is never the same when you watch a replay of a sporting event to me……nutten beats live action! (Tek dat any way you waan interpret it! )

Last night I was at my cousin Legal Aid having a few drinks. His wife Eye Doc was apparently having a friend over for drinks, so they roped me and few other crew members in. When I arrived, Legal Aid was upstairs showering, and Eye Doc opened the door to let me in. I was ushered ’round back where she and her friend were seated sipping on some Merlot. She gave me an intro to her friend, and MY MY!!!! I was a very interested man to rass…. (though I think I did pretty well to not show that I liked what I saw……) we shook hands and Eye Doc made the boo boo of introducing me as Dr. D….dermatologist. At which time I told the lass my first name….no need to provide the medical information at a time like this. Anyhow, we got to chatting a bit while Eye Doc had gone into the kitchen to get some snacks……eventually I fixed me an Absolut and coconut water……yes, I know its not popular, but its not bad tasting at all…..I really wasn’t in the mood for a heavy rum buzz with work to go to this morning. I found her easy to chat to, friendly and when she got up to go to the ladies room, I was even more interested when I saw the bady! Blurdcleat!!! Anyway, we did a bit more chatting and eventually two words slipped off her tongue that kinda got me…..”MY BOYFRIEND” Anyway, it came as no shock to me that a young woman like this would have a man on the scene. The night dragged on, jokes were told, lots of laughter shared etc. Eventually, of all of us gathered there she was the first to leave. I later asked Eye Doc when next she will be having her over as a guest, as I MUST be included on the list of invitees. Turns out a bredrin of mine knows the yute who is on the scene. So life go, but one never knows. I doh know if is mind over matter, but some of the questions she was asking seemed to be searching me out…….anyway, was still nice meeting her. Type of lady who looks great as a natural, she had absolutely no makeup on that I could see. I can imagine that she woulda look well wid a likkle colour on her face in the right places. Anyway….the search continues…..

Apart from that, not much going on but work and the regular limes, but for most peeps I know, that is the story of life…..so what to do. Tek it easy you hear.

Well, April is almost over and I have posted all of twice for the month. That’s just the way it is so, no apology. What has been happening? Plenty work, and a fair amount of play.

Now….. Wednesday of this week was the 25th of the month, which for those of us who receive salary on a monthly basis, was the day that our accounts were to have received some resuscitation. One of my colleagues came to work the morning and asked me if I knew if we had got the funds. I was unable to answer as I had not checked. In any case, my main account is at NCB, and they tend to credit the funds at the very last minute on payday, despite their receiving them a few days before. I’m no financial wizard, but I check seh dem ‘rinse’ the funds on a short term basis and earn some interest before dem let it off! If me wrong, well then I will ask the Big Guy to forgive me for accusing them wrongly.

My colleague’s account is with Scotia, and she said she saw nothing reflecting a lodgement in her account. We went about our merry bizniz and started the usual work. Somwehere around 10:45 AM an announcement is made by one of the telephone operators over the PA system……”Monthly paid staff will not be paid salaries today due to an administrative problem……We apologize for any inconvenience caused!” Those may not have been the exact words……..but that was what the message conveyed. Now, I had issues with the way in which it was handled. Don’t tell me that the people in charge of Finance did not know until the 25th that the shit was a go lick…….and furthermore, they should have communicated the problem to us, before payday via a memo, not an announcement on the PA system IMHO. You may not agree with me, but that’s life.

Well, as a consequence of that, when I reached work yesterday, the 26th, I was told that the pharmacy was closed as many of the Pharmacists did not show for work. Question the correctness of their action, fine, but perhaps if the matter had been handled in a better way, maybe that could have been prevented. The way I look at it, its the way in which things are communicated that make the difference. Treat people like adults in a manner which shows that you care. Anyhow, the funds somehow reached the bank yesterday, but I hope this does not become a regular occurrence……if so, then I may need to start exploring other options for income earning. And I doubt that I would be able to make a living by selling mi body! (See me haffi a tek bad tings mek joke.)

Well, now that I let that off pon y’all, weekend round de corner and I looking forward to greeting it, spirit and all. I going Portland tomorrow, haven’t been for a while, so looking forward to it. Sunday I have a piece o fresh pork that I goin pot roast for dinner….haven’t done any cooking of consequence for a while….time short. Have a good weekend. ‘Till next time….which I am quite sure will not be sometime inna May.

How everybody been doing? I am fine despite my absence. I have been doing much more reading than writing, and I must say I am liking it that way. No pressha to post nutten!

I have been intrigued in the last few days by the song of a bird that starts about 5:30 in the mornings, it is soo beautiful…..also sometimes hear it in the evenings if I am home early enough. Have no idea what the bird looks like or its name but it is lovely.

I see Lara resigning…..do I hear some applause? Well, he never was one to get a great rating from me, but then again, neither does cricket do so with me as a sport…… If I not mistaken, a semi final match playing at Sabina on Tuesday…I wonder if there is going to be any hype surrounding it?

Bucked up into a female Doc this week while having lunch. Now girl graduated a year before me, and has been working in jolly ole Henglan for a few years. I did not recognize her. This is a black young woman and the first thing I noticed about her (this is before I found out who she was) was the head of false ‘tall’ hair, the very long false eyelashes, the plastic talons she was sporting as fingernails, and the heavy base of makeup that she had on her face… it looked like a mask. Ugh! I was with a sistren/colleague (Diana) eating and she blurted out in the most deep British accent…..’Hi Diana!’ She went on to tell Diana that she was in Jamaica for a few days as ‘Dad’ wasn’t doing so well, and was in the hospital. So she came to give ‘Mum’ some support…….Eventually, Diana told her that she hoped ‘Dad’ would improve and she continued on her merry way.

After she left Diana asked me if I didn’t know who she was, to which I replied no. She then reminded me who she was and I was in shock.In fact, my reaction was more like, “Rass! A she dat?” I then said, but her nose……that is not the nose I knew her to have, this one is so small and striaght. Diana replied, ‘That’s right! I heard she had a job done on same.’

Bwoy, I doh know….but some of our people just seem to lose it when dem go tek up residence inna farin! As a man, gimme natural feminine beauty any day over weaved hair, plastic nails, loads of make up, augmented udders that look like dem a go buss, etc.

Today is Friday (as if you didn’t know) and I am off call all weekend. Dr. Spanish is also passing thru from Florida, so I going link him tonite and show him around (not that he is any stranger to what a gwaan in Kingston entertainmentwise)…but it has been a while since we had a good bredrin flex. So, with that note, TGIF, have a good weekend and stay safe while doing what you do to enjoy yourself.

Ok, I have noticed that for some bloggers, it has become fashionable to have a ‘photoblog’, not that I have really been checking those who claim to have them. And, that is not why I am posting this shot I took two Fridays ago. It is just that I thought it was a nice shot, it conjures up a feeling of serenity in me, similar to the relaxing feeling I get when I plant myself in front of my fish tank……..I like how I caught the black silhouette of the leaves of the breadfruit and mango tree in the foreground and set it against the pinkish hues of the sunset that nature created.

Anyway, hope you have been enjoying the Easter weekend, so far mine has been relaxing and eventful as well. (Bwoy, is so long I nuh post a picha that I almost forgot how! ) I gone……

OK, maybe its time to say suppem…no, I haven’t got any mind boggling news to share. Let’s just say that I got home a bit earlier tonight than I usually do on Thusday….private practice was a bit slow tonight…all of four patients…so I left at 6:30 PM. Traffic coming home wasn’t bad, which is a bit unusual for rainy weather….rahtid, rain been falling for about ten or twelve days now. Not that I mind it still…..nights cool and place a very emerald green. So, I have a bit of bloggage time.

What else a gwaan? Ok, maybe I can share a little true story with mi peeps. ‘Bout a week ago I went out on a solo move passing thru one of Kingston’s night spots. Headed for the bar where I ordered a VX and coconut water, and started sipping on same while surveying the place. Wasn’t very packed which I don’t mind as one who nuh too love tight crowds. Eventually, after looking around I saw a lass sitting alone at a table for two and from my vantage point, she never look too bad so I eventually walked over and asked if she minded if I joined her. She said that I should be her guest and I took up the other seat. Her drink was on the finishing and being a gentleman (yeah right, more like rude bwoy on the prowl) I asked her what she was having….”Red wine” was the reply. I roped een the ‘tender and ordered another drink for her.

She was wearing a blouse which showed up nuff cleavage. She had them smaller kinda breasts with perky nipples that were not exactly hiding the fact that she was braless beneath the blouse. I much prefer too little than too much in the mammary region still… She had on jeans that hugged her curves pretty well. Soon, the music changed, and the DJ started playing some choice Reggaeton tracks and we both started to bounce. She asked me if I like Reggaeton and I replied in the affirmative. Next she asked me if I could habla espanol, and I told her yes, pretty well. I asked her if she knew Spanish and she said no, but wanted to learn. We chatted small talk for about another half hour and danced to a few tunes at which time she told me she had to leave.

I asked her how she was going home and she took her car keys out of her small handbag. It was a bit after midnite and I told her that I didn’t think she should drive home solo on the streets of City Kingston. She said it was no problem to her, but I insisted that I follow her and eventually she said I could. She lived in Havendale.

After about a fifteen minute drive, she pulled into her driveway and I saw her to the door where she said it was nice meeting me. We switched digits and I told her I would call her the following day to arrange a link up…probably for dinner or the like.

I called her at about midday the next day…it was a Saturday, she was having her hair done and said she would call back when she was finished. She rang me back at about 2 PM and we chatted again. I asked her what plans she had for the night, she said none apart from TV. So, I decided to ask her out for dinner….suggested Chinese and she said fine…pick up at 8 PM.

Showered, put on some decent cologne and ‘ting and pulled up at her gate at about 7:45 PM in the Accord. She was waiting on the verandah……but to my surprise…the girl was in shorts for a dinner date! And I talking shorts weh print out the buff to rass! Now, I man balls produce testosterone, but I was planning to take this girl to a decent restaurant to eat Chiney food….if she was going to wear that get up, I think the venue woulda haffi change! (Much as I didn’t too mind what I was seeing thru the shorts still…)

So when she jumped into the cyar and sat on the leather of my front seat I asked her if she remembered that we were going to eat, to which she replied yes. I then asked her if she was comfortable going to dinner in shorts. Yes again. (Hmmm…I am now starting to think to myself…..is wah kinda girl dis??)

Driving on the way I now decide that we are going to Bamboo Village Restaurant where we can probably hold a secluded seat, rather than at Dragon Court where most tables kinda deh pon de front page o de restaurant.

On the way she starts to fiddle with the CD player in my wheels and next thing I know, she wanted to change the CD that was playing (Shaggy, Clothesdrop……btw, not that I meant any clothes to drop stilll)…but she wanted to hear suppem elase…like Reggaeton…which I did have. Anyhow, girl didn’t know what to do and next thing I see ‘Error’ coming up on the screen for the CD player and all music stop bloodclaat play! I was not exactly amused as I told her that I would have changed it, as it is a bit technical if you have never used it before. So I got a bit pissed. Realizing that I was a bit cheesed off she said she was sorry and I pulled over and switched the engine off and restarted the car. That is what has to be done and the player spat out the CD that got stuck in it. I loaded the Reggaeton CD and all was well and we continued on our way. She started to bounce to the track and asked me if I was still vex, told her no I was alright.

Next question was what I did for a living. I told her I was a doctor…didn’t get into the details of being a dermatologist. Rass!! When she heard I was a medic it was as if her glad bag buss! “You’re a doctor!? That’s great!” (Wasn’t such a big deal to me…but whatever floats your boat!) I am now getting vibes that this lass may well be a gladys looking for a man with some semblance of stability (perhaps a professional) to link.

We reach the restaurant and I see a waiter that has served me before. I yow up de bredrin and tell him I need a table for two…but well secluded. “No problem boss!” He shows us to a small room in which we are the only people and we sit down.

After he took our order, let’s call her Sherice, moves her chair to come and sit beside me rather than across from me. She then askes if she can have wine, and I told her yes. In fact I decided to join her. Our waiter brings two glasses of Merlot and while we wait on food she starts to drink and chat. “You know, I have always admired doctors for their work, and not to mention how much money they make!” I didn’t say anything in response to the comment. Next thing I know, Sherice is moving even closer to me and has a hand resting on my thigh. I still don’t say anything, apart from, ‘You seem pretty comfortable with me for someone you just met last night.” Her reply is that,”I get good vibes from you!” I chuckled at the comment and then I feel her hand moving up towards my crotch, which she starts stroking. Though I am not too happy with the vibes I was getting from her, things start to get hard in my jeans (hey, I’m male)……eventually the waiter arrives with our order and her stroking pauses while we eat. Food was good, sweet and sour pork, shrimp fried rice and a special chow choy. For dessert she had ice cream and I had a slice of rum cake.

I had plans to go for drinks after, but somehow, this girl was moving a bit too fast for me, so I had another drink there with her and then paid the bill. I decided against another stop except maybe at her house if she invited me in. While driving home, she starts feeling up mi hood again, in fact, that went on all the way driving to her house, and she slipped her hand under my shirt and was stroking the hair on my lower belly and playing with my nipples.

We reach to her house and I park on the sidewalk and she says that I must come in for a drink……informing me that,”My parents are sleeping….” I think to myself, I will go in, but clearly this girl is going to want a work, but it seems she has motives….thinks I am some loaded doctor. Well, I may be loaded, but not with the type of load that she really looking! I follow her on to the verandah and she says she will soon be back with a drink for me, apologizing that she only has rum….not that I was complaining. Next thing I know, before she comes back outside, the light on the verandah goes off and it is only the glow of the sodium vapour street lamp that is lighting up the front porch. She sits beside me in a chair that can fit two and we start to drink…she doing most of the talking. The crotch groping starts again and next thing I know she pulls my belt and zipper feeling for my hood in my boxers, which is again getting hard. I hold her hand stopping her…….She looks up at me, “I want you, now!” I say to myeslf, “Wah de rass wrong wid you….everything being laid before you and you having second thoughts….” I pushed her hand away and told her I was sorry. I just started getting bad vibes. All of a sudden I saw crosses…..for all I know boots a go buss, or some unwanted pregnancy and a life ‘o crosses and misery follow me to blurdcleat! I fixed my crotch and pulled up my zipper and told her I was leaving. Of course, she seemed dispapointed. I left and told her I would call, but I haven’t. She has, however, and wants to link again. But I’m not really interested.

What y’all think? I know nuff of you rude dudes are saying to yourself, “Yow, you shoulda did kill it!” But hey, I’m not 24 years old anymore. Not everything that comes on the offering has to be taken, you seeit? That would have been raw sex (and quite likely baited too). Not that nutten wrong wid raw sex sometime, but usually, I prefer to be the one to make them kinda advances……..I just didn’t like the vibes this girl was a ‘let off’ (that’s a pun on words btw!) Anyhow, you cyaan seh I never give you nutten to read. Buss some comments nuh and have a good weekend when it comes.

Yow crew. I’m alive and well. Preparations for the event that was absorbing my time over the last six weeks are now behind me. All went well. Does not necessarily mean that I will have more time to blog. The reason why I am writing now is that I have been tossing and turning in the bed since 3AM. Not sure why that is.

I have closed down comments on a previous entry as the rass spammers have been infesting it. I just deleted 62 links to nutten but porn!

What else a gwaan….well, not a lot. My neighbours had some misfortune. Their granddaughter in the US, passed away in a car accident in Florida at the tender age of 21. She was a beautiful girl (both physically and personalitywise). They are constantly in my thoughts. I guess I will end by saying to all, be careful on the roads. Thats about it for now. Tek it easy.

…that I am still alive and well, albeit busy and tired. Am here finishing up dinner…a cup of chicken soup and a fry snapper wid two peice o bammy. Now the latter came by way of a church fish fry (to rise funds for charity) that a colleague at work was selling for his church. Now the idea was to have had this for lunch, but it arrived too late, so I ate something else for lunch. When the fish arrived all packaged up with my name on it, I just took the parcel and put it up to take home for dinner without looking at it.

Now when I opened it up tonight I was in shock as the fish looked more like a juvenile…I have never seen a snapper small so! It is just a bit larger than your average sprat to rahtid. Plus, it oily so till……anyway….so it go.

Don’t know how many of you saw the opening ceremony yesterday for the Cricket. Even me who nuh follow cricket took een parts of it. I thought that Sean Paul’s performance was dismal, but that is no surprise as he usually is pretty seedy on stage IMHO. Much as I like nuff of him music, I doh find him much to watch live at all. Also, I heard someone in conversation with a few peeps today saying she thought that him singing about ‘feeling ‘orny’ at the opening ceremony was a bit inappropriate. Overall the, the ceremony was pretty good and the costumes looked nice. I hope for the sake of the organizers and our Caribbean territories as a whole, that it will be a successful six weeks as much has been invested. Tomorrow is the first match at Sabina Park….I know a couple peeps going. Doh check here for nuh score, you won’t find it.

Price o gas has been rising again. It is almost $60 a litre for ‘ninety’ now. Takes about $2,700 to fill the tank of the Acoord. BTW, I got a buyer for the old wheels…..as is where is…..my plumber. Says his brother is a ‘mechanic’ and will fix it up. I sold him at a very reasonable price, but when one considers that it had basically been sitting on the driveway for a bit over four months, I was just getting sick of seeing it. In fact, it was sorta adding to stress, so I was happy to to have it outta mi life.

What else a gwaan? Work, but still manage to get R & R in. Apart from that, nada mucho has changed. So until the next time the impetus to scribble takes me…hol tite. I won’t look for comments for a few days, as I have become so infrequent I’m sure you all doh check yahso regula anymore…….if I am mistaken, then sorry I can’t give you suppem to read with regularity anymore.