ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST...

I spend the evening with a friend in San Jose. She's a High School Psychologist, from Slovokia. She spent the summer back home and returned to the states on Tuesday to get ready for work. She checked her phone messages and received a message from the school district stating that her work Visa could not be renewed due to "immoral behavior". So we spent last night packing up four years of accumilated stuff so she can go back home that same day....It was also her birthday.

She had an affair with a married teacher and when she broke it off, he reported their affair to the district, who praised him for informing them, but basically deports her. Isn't that some shit? I take her out to dinner, downtown and try to give her words of encouragement. "Everything happens for a reason, you have to know that something better lies ahead..." I drop her off at the San Jose airport and headed back to Oakland. I'm heeding my own advice. Something better lies ahead, as soon as I sweep out my stable....I look at my cell phone and I see 13 missed calls. They're all from Jamaican Chocolate. He left10 messages, all of them basically stating, "I know you hear the phone ringing. Why are you avoiding me? I promise I'll wear a condom next time...." I call him.

He gets on the phone and starts yelling. "You had me worried. Where have you been all day? I thought something happened to you." What the fuck? Men, I swear. They stick you once and they've marked their territory, like a dog pissing on a tree.

"I don't think we can be friends. You're wanting something I can't provide. I think it's best we just leave each other alone. You just moved here, so just focus on getting yourself established. Take care of yourself." I don't even wait for a reply. I hang up and turn my phone off. I imagine me giving him a swift kick in the ass with a broom, making his non-circumsized, multi-baby mama ass fly out the stable gates....ONE DOWN! TWO TO GO!!