My birthday was Tuesday. I had invited a friend out to the movies. Afterwards, we had an early dinner at Chilli's and talked for quite a while. My cousin had called me and asked me out to this spot called "Smashburger". My burger was salty, just like my popcorn had been the day before. The police had called and got everything just the way they wanted it. I ate it and hoped not to get one of the major migraines I have. I do have high-blood pressure, but it's also the stress of living in a place where your food is poisoned at will. I have no recourse, but to live in this house, with a person that feeds me food that makes me sick. I can't leave an open pop, juice or leftovers, because they will be tainted. When I go out, I have a very hard time eating, because the people at fast-food restaurants also taint my food. Let me tell you, these people follow me, wherever I go, and in my family fear causes there to be no loyalty at all. I cook at home and now throw all leftovers away.
We enter FRIDAY's and my cousin always wants to sit at the bar. I don't like to sit at the bar. It is noisy and uncomfortables. I do not like to sit on stools. Furthermore, Steve Harvey had did a segment on his show about women that sat at the bar. It's a little know conception that women that sit at bars are prostitutes. There was a few women that came to defend their choice to sit at a bar, and there was Steve telling them it's a bad idea. A lot of people in the audience did not know this and neither did I. I had been hanging with my cousin for about six months when I made this discovery. A reason why Kelly Clarkston has nothing for me and I will not be tuning in. Just because you can talk, doesn't mean you should have your own show. Steve's wisdom outshines her talkative, tacky dresses and shallow star power. This was a topic that taught me something that I didn't know. A woman alone at a bar, is perceived to be a "Lady of the Evening". Establishments had banned the practice in order to cut down on prostitution in the nicer places. I never asked my cousin about her liking the bar and why she does. When we argue about it, which we argue a lot, she says she likes to watch the games. I do not like sports, but I just give in. Just to keep the peace.
The man behind the counter was happy to see us. My cousin that is a regular sat down and he immediately fixed her a drink and sat it in front of her. I told him that I would like a Pina Colada. He acted as if he didn't hear me. He had started walking to the other side of the bar. I changed my order to this Lava Flow drink. I read the drink menu and it looked delicious and when I read the ingredients, it was like a strawberry Pina Colada. I stopped him, before he went to the other side of the bar and change my drink order to the Lava Flow. He had seemed perturbed. His happiness had turned to him being irritated with me and I didn't even know this man! He went to the other side of the bar and stayed. While my cousin is sitting and enjoying her drink that was placed in front of her. I was sitting there waiting, about five minutes. When I looked over and he was talking to another patron and not looking like he was thinking about me, I got a little perturbed myself. Then it hit me all at once. I was wearing my engagement ring. I put it on when I go out, because I don't want to be bothered. Men still try to "holla", but I can always revert, back to the ring. It had irritated my cousin, too, but I was thinking for another reason. But, I'm sitting at the bar.
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So, I call for him and he ignores me. He don't know what's coming, because he looks at me like I'm bothering him. All at once it happened. To talk over the four or five televisions that were playing, I had to get loud, because he was acting like he couldn't hear. In my jail voice, I called out, "That's okay, I don't want anything to drink!" He looked surprised and I continued, "How are you going to make her drink and sit it in front of her as soon as she sits down and I'm still waiting?" He lifted the strawberry puree he had in his hand and said, politely, "I went to get the strawberry." I looked at him with my best Black Girl snarl and said, "You been over there talking to that man way to long for me! I'm think you don't care that I'm waiting. So, you can keep your drink. I guess my voice raised a few octaves and he looked at me with an attitude, like I had wrong him and said, "Don't get loud, now!" Then I think I blacked-out, but I do remember calling out and telling him to have intercourse with himself and telling him that I could leave. I had driven that night and didn't have to wait for my cousin.I know I said that, because when I went to pull around I thought, "If she don't come out her in a few seconds she will be taking an Uber!" She came out and I pulled away, but she struck a nerve and a whole new tirade.
"Watch out, the police be hanging out around here." She said it like she was doing me a favor. It was her that brought me to the "Thank God I'm a Freak" restaurant. Then there was a lava flow of a different kind. Since my days in the jail, I noticed that prostitution is big with this new generation, and all the whores from my day and aren't even ready to retire. They even got ho's at Grubhub and Doordash. You can get a burger and a blow job, pizza and some p***y and it's no joke. When I hear this mess from these girls and how the police are already looking to arrest them and send the to jail. I can't believe how the crime has become a normal part of society. A little boy asked his Mama, "You doing Doordash, today, Mama?" He knows when Mama pick up a few orders that she comes back with some extra money. When I worked Meijer, those Shipt girls were pretty. I used to wonder, "Why is a pretty girl like that grocery shopping for people?" Now I know, and they have cute little boys, too. They sell men in OCJ, too. I bet it something they order that let them know it won't be a "regular" order, but a "special delivery".
I used to ask how much they made and it's not that much, unless the people have a lot of food. Sometimes, they come in and just grab apples. They barely have any food, why would you order such small orders? It don't make sense. It does now, talking to people in the 'hood is remarkable. I'm just so amazed at the things that are going on these days. When that bartender told me "Don't get loud!" He sounded as if he had some back. I think he has to be cool with the police. I ain't going to tell you what I feel about that. My cousin got in the car and said, "Why were you talking about prostitution?" I explained that the women in jail said that Troy was the best spot to work. I pointed out the windshield at all the buildings and said, "Look at all these buildings! They are filled with men with money that want to have sex, and Big Beaver is in the heart of Troy's business district." I saw a woman I knew from prison at school. My eyes got big and we embraced. "What are you doing here?" She stepped back and said, "I go here!" She went to prison for doing some "Hustler" type mess. She did seven years for robbing men that she invited to her house for a "private dance". When he got there, there would be three of her male friends waiting to drive him to the ATM for his money.
My school is in Troy, Michigan, and is supposed to be one of the best in Michigan. I guess professors need love, too. She was in her element at Walsh, because she always made sure the men were married. That way they didn't want to tell nobody. First, there was the shame of it. Second, then there was his wife. She ran into one that didn't care, and muscle that couldn't keep their mouth shut. Of course, they put it all on her, and she took it. She was the mastermind and the ringleader. Couple that with another case and she got them seven. Prostitution is taking over, sex-trafficking, child porn and stealing children for sex. America is going to "Hell in a handbasket"! With the internet, it's getting out of control. Everything is being touched by corruption, and all I can say is "Let us pray"...
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