Saturday, December 26, 2015

Bully Takes A Beating

There was a bully by the name of Gary who transferred to our grammar school when we were twelve. I saw him and immediately my sense of well being was threatened. I sensed trouble. I became vigilant about him knowing my own vulnerability for being bullied. I was a chicken plain and simple and dreaded bullies.
Gary was the type of kid who tried to intimidate anyone who would show any weakness or fear toward him. The bullying could take place in the classroom when the teacher was not looking, in the bathroom, the lunchroom, in the park, or the playground. No place in the neighborhood was safe for me. He would assault any boy he sensed would be a victim. It seems that bullies can tell who will be their prey.

I met Gary in grade school when we were both twelve years old. He looked at me in the bathroom and said "what are you?” I said" what do you mean"? He looked straight in my face and I knew he had my number. Fear and dread ran through my stomach. He said "stays away from me man" "I don't like you already" "What's your name?" "David", I answered. "You a tough guy?" he asked. "I'm OK" I answered fearfully. "No, your not" he answered and walked away. He smelled me.

One day he was pitching softball in gym class. He made the slow pitch game into his own fast pitch game and started throwing balls at the head of everyone who came up to bat.
He had a lot of the kids who were playing scared to death. He hit me in the face with the ball and I did nothing in response. After the game, as we walked back to class, He pushed and slapped several kids to see who would be his marks. He hit me in the gut and I doubled over in pain. My friends watched me try to catch my breath.

It was the same situation at recess. Gary would just walk around bullying people he already had intimidated and looking for new victims. I was constantly sick to my stomach with fear just being near him. He had humiliated me several more times by knocking me around in front of all my friends. I did not have the guts to fight back so I just took his abuse and hated myself for cowardliness.

He was a blond haired, skinny monster who kept getting scarier and scarier as the school year went on. He fought several older boys and won the fights enhancing his reputation. Gary had no friends but only acquaintances who tried to avoid his wrath by patronizing him.

The day of reckoning did come for Gary. He decided to challenge a very tough kid with a big reputation as a ferocious fighter. The guys name was Jerry and he was actually a nice guy who was studious but was mean and could fight. I had seen him demolish a high school kid who he fought in front of the the school one day. The fight between Gary and Jerry was scheduled at the park.

Fight day came and it seemed that about 200 kids showed up to watch. I was there. The fight was a wipe out. Gary went at Jerry fists flying swinging them wildly. Jerry just stood still, blocked a few punches and then hit Gary in the nose with a hay maker. Gary's nose cracked like a twig that had been snapped. Blood poured out like a broken pipe. Gary was finished immediately. He pulled away and buried his face in his shirt to absorb the blood. He held up his hands in a defensive position looking at Jerry for mercy as he backed up.. Jerry grinned. He moved slowly toward the hurt and scared Gary. He knew he owned Gary now.
Jerry said
I don’t like you” Jerry said to Gary.
 Then, ,Jerry grabbed him and then put him in a headlock and hit him in his bloody face with four brutally hard, perfectly placed uppercuts. Gary's face looked like it had gone through a meet grinder. His mouth was bleeding heavily as Jerry finally let screaming Gary out of the headlock. It was a slaughter and now it was over.
Jerry stood there, having hardly gotten a workout. He merely grinned at all the kids watching.  He had made himself an instant legend. Jerry did not gloat or stick around to celebrate. He walked back to where he had put his books down, picked them up and walked away without looking back...

Gary was sitting on a bench several feet away trying to wipe his bloody face off and holding his broken nose He had no supporters.

I looked at him and started to loathe myself for not having what it took to stand up to him.
Why had I let him humiliate me? Even if he would have beaten me if I had fought him I would still have had my dignity. Instead, I was just another chicken. Feelings of inadequacy overcame me

The kids all walked away mumbling about how really tough Jerry was and also mumbling I told you so to each other about what piece of crap Gary really was and that he wasn’t tough.

The question was why had anyone ever let Gary shove them around? The answer was obvious.
Everyone was afraid too stand up to Gary. Everyone is always afraid in our society. It's natural to be.. But, not for everyone. Not for guys like Jerry.That's why we respect tough guys. Because they are willing to face the fear we are not willing or able to

Bullies are only bullies because they can be. Beware of the Jerry's bullies..


Monday, December 14, 2015

Drunken Bitch In My Lyft

Drunken bitch gets in my #Lyft car and says take her to an address near downtown Chicago. We arrive at the destination but she insists that we are not in the right place. The GPS indicates we are,

She gets abusive and starts screaming at  me to take her to the place she wants to go to. I say we are there.  She is screaming like the disgusting spoiled brat she is threatening that she will have me locked up if I will not keep driving to get  her to this imaginary destination. I tell her that the ride is over, that the meter is off, and to leave the car.
She refuses. She says that her dad is a policeman. I hand her my phone and tell her to call him. She screams unintelligibly again and demands I get her to this fictitious address. As I was about to call the cops I see three  of them walking towards my car.

I open the door and start yelling at them to get this drunken nut out of my car. They pull her out after seeing she is drunk. I drive away with her now screaming at the police.


Sunday, December 6, 2015

Chicago Cab Driver Beats Up Dope Dealer

This punk called for a ride in my cab. He gets in the car after making me wait for about 15 minutes while he walked down into the street from his garbage can of an apartment building. He got in the cab and I asked "where would you like to go, sir"? This gross looking little asshole immediately buried his face in his cell phone. He answers me, "just drive straight ahead'. I'll tell you where to go".

He  is immediately very absorbed in an obviously shady conversation about where to meet someone to make a drop off. That is what I can interpret. Seems like a dope deal getting set up

 I didn't care but I still wanted to know what part of town we were going to. It is Chicago after all.. I drive another couple blocks and then he says "turn here". It was into a street that goes right to the most dangerous ghetto  in Chicago. I got even more concerned when he mumbled that we have to make more stops along the way after the first one.

 I  decided I was not going to be his escort  driving him to lethal destinations and sit there waiting for him to take care of his customers. I was scared shitless of sitting  in my cab and standing out like a neon sign, a whiter then rice looking older guy being a sitting duck for any low life who targeted me. I knew I was in trouble and that I was on my own to get out of it..There was no time for cell phone calls to the police and something in me would just not let me drive away.

 He directs me to the first address and there are some gang bangers out on a lawn. That told me the story for sure.. They all recognize this guy. One screams "where you been?" "No worries my brothers" " When the Dr. says he's coming he's coming".

The rat gets out of the cab and goes off to a semi-sheltered spot by the house with one guy and I see a fast exchange of a bag going out and a wad of money going into the dealers hands..The dealer. counts the wad and salutes goodbye to his customers..He then looks back a me and signals he will be right back. I'm shaking now because I know what I have to do..

Th dealer.engages in a little more small talk and walks back toward my cab. He then gets in and says" now we're going a few blocks away." I spoke as forcefully as I could. . "How many spots we got to hit"? I asked.hoping he would say  one or two more and Iwould  not have to act.. I didn't want a confrontation with this thug.

 I'll tell you later" he snaps.You just drive" "We got a bunch of things to do" Now, I am getting pissed besides being just plain scared. Again, someone had made me a victim. Just like in the schoolyard I think to myself.  Here's another bully who will abuse me until I won't take it anymore.

I stop the cab and turn around and look at this scum. "Hey man, why you stop? he asks. I opened my door and jumped out of the cab and went to his door. I was petrified. I am  no match for almost. I also thought he
 may have a gun or knife. But, I had made my decision..

 I open his door. "Would you step out sir, this ride is over" " I do not have to drive anyone who I feel unsafe with and I feel unsafe with you". Motherfucker" he screams in my face with a stinky breath and gleaming yellow teeth. "You ain't throwing me out" I'm not done here"

He starts  trying to get out of the car and go for  me. I hold his door closed for a second. Then I backed up and let him out. He came at me. I pivoted on the curb, and then I smashed him in the face as hard as I could as he got out of the door..

My right fist connected hard.. Blood shot out of his nose which cracked like a tree branch.. I put my knee in his chest as he fell and held my hand around his neck as he hit the ground..

"More"? I said " with a cocked fist above his busted face.."Your crazy man" he said.. I'll find you and hurt you bad"
 "No you won't asshole" "You have better things to do" And, I'll get you busted" "

The fare is on me I said as I stood up and walked back into my cab".
He was on the ground holding his busted nose as I drove away..

"Take the bus next time".I yelled..

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Old Dick Gets New Life

Becoming a better lover is essential for many older men. For whatever reason  many times it becomes important for men to learn or improve lovemaking skills. Here are some simple tips to becoming a better lover.

1-Do not be defensive or sensitive about your desire to become a better lover.. Maybe you never felt like you  had to focus on your lovemaking skills. Maybe you decided that you want to be a better lover..Thousands of men decide they want to improve their sexual skills everyday..

2- If your erection is less powerful then you want it to be get a prescription for an erectile dysfunction drug. In case you have been living in another world.erectile dysfunction is when your powerful new appearance.. Remember, you will go nowhere with women without a solid erection. It is the key to sexual success One thing is for sure. Erectile dysfunction drugs are miracle drugs. Just ask me..Your penis has to be good to go. It may need some help now..Get it. You can use ED pills without ever telling anyone. You may be a better lover then you ever dreamed.

 3-Start realizing that you have it in you to be a great lover. Maybe you never thought very much about your sexual abilities. Lovemaking must be understood and practiced. Touching correctly is essential. You can perform miracles manually on your partner with your hands . Remember, it is all about pleasuring your lady and making her have orgasms. Then, you will be the man in her mind and your mind.. I know,your happiness is important too. But, let's deal with her first. you will get yours.

 4- Get comfortable in your lovemaking. Practice communication. Honestly and sincerely ask for her comments and suggestions about whether what you are doing is pleasing her and how you can improve your methods. When you are touching her body, especially her pussy or vagina, remember to ask  if you should go "faster, slower, higher or lower". Those words will let you know when she is pleased with your stroke and when she is about to have an orgasm,  If you get your hands working right on her like you do on your hammer or putter you will get unlimited appreciation for your efforts.

 5- Consider investing money on sex counseling. Sex therapists are not all a bunch of perverts. They are really effective in teaching people how to get joy from sex.

6-You don't know what you are missing if you have never made amazing love. Try it.

Compulsive Gambler With Nowhere To Go

Write, write write, I am a 67 year old guy who wants to leave his mark on the world
and writing is the one approach I can think of.  I certainly will never run out of content. I blew a ton of money because I am a compulsive who built a small business newspaper in the 80,s and 90,s. I have lived a life of sex, drugs, and chasing women.I sit here alone and depressed. I have great children and grandchildren, no debts because I have been bailed out, I'm healthy...but..life sucks. Depression is destroying me.

I started the newspaper with literally no money but I was great at selling ads. So, in a few years I had the newspaper it up to a million dollar volume and 25 people working for me. I didn’t know shit about managing a business or publishing or anything that makes a good publication.. But man, could I hustle that advertising space. On the phone, in person, selling subscriptions or selling full page ads to IBM or the corner store.. It did not matter. I was a great hustler.


But, I could not stop gambling so almost all the money made from sales, taken from those inept  investors, from those disgusting bankers went down the tubes at the crap tables, to bookmakers, in poker games, into the stock market. So, to make a very long story short  I blew about 2 million dollars, went bankrupt, and only got right financially after going to Gambler Anonymous on Jan 9, 2009 and not making a bet since then. 

So, here I sit...with the flu. But, it does not matter. 
I have nowhere to go.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Chicago's Top Food Dives From a Lyft Driver

                               David's Top Food Dives in Chicago
Kumas-2900 W Belmont- Fabulous Burgers
Jay's Beef-North Av west of Damen-As good as any I've eaten
Hero Submarine-Western and Addison-Perfect
Jeri's all night diner-Western and Montrose They give you the whole can with the milkshake- unheard of
the Diner on Irv Park Rd. a few blocks west of Ashland av-That white shack
Ricobenes- Great breaded steaks and pizza On 26th St near Wells. St
                       MORE PLACES LATER IF I GET IN THE MOOD