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LIBERTINE DREAMS – A BIRD “ON” THE HAND

They say in life that when things don’t go your way or when something bad happens and you can’t do anything about it, you should move on, let it go, and go on with your day.

However, egos and negative energy blind us, and we often further the bad that has fallen upon us.

Case in point…

I came out of Walmart yesterday. It was sunny with a light but steady wind. The temperature was like high 70s. Based on the weather these last couple months, it was a great day.

Well, when I arrived at my car, there was a splat of bird poop on my driver’s side window. It had even dripped down to the lower window sill and was encrusted into the rubber seal.

I had to get that off. There was no way I was going to ride around with it and having to look through it. Yuk!

I’d placed my items inside on the rear seat and then went to my trunk for my spray bottle that contains a 50/50 mixture of Simple Green and water. That ratio is good for safely cleaning just about anything.

With it and a towel, I’d removed the offending fowl feces with a quickness.

After completing my unsavory task, I looked up in anger at the power lines high above me.

There were about twenty or so warblers up there, and in my opinion, they were looking down upon me.

I’d decided to give them a piece of my mind, and since I don’t speak bird whistle, I’d figured I’d use sign language. Give them something they can see, you know?

So, I’d shot them the bird!

I’d raised it as high and proudly as the Statue of Liberty holds her torch.

That’s right, I was showing them!

Remember that part about when something bad happens and you can’t do anything about it, and how you should just move on with your day?

My hand, the one with the saluting insult, the one held high…was hit with a poop bomb so large that it was covered completely; even my wrist!

That’s right. One of those feathered mofos got me! It got me good!

A single shot!

What are the odds? 

What are the chances of that ever happening?  

I began to hear laughter, but there was no one around. 

It was as if karma and those birds were all in on a big joke, and I was the mark.

I could see them up there, hopping and flapping their wings.

They were enjoying themselves so much that I started laughing at myself. 

It was so good that I wished there was a crowd around to witness the irony.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t.  

But, good for me because where I’m from, New Orleans, getting pooped on by a bird is good luck. 

Exactly about an hour later, almost to the minute, two people who’d owed me money for months, called me within fifteen minutes of each other…

It was then that I realized that those birds weren’t laughing at me; they were celebrating the beginning of all the good fortune coming my way.

Creole Gaudet

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.17 – “YOU’RE IN LOVE, MAN”

HOME – 12:45 a.m.

“Are you hungry? How about a sandwich?”

“That sounds great, baby.” I took a spot on the sofa and turned on the TV.

“What do you want on it?”

“What kind are you making?”

“I can make any kind you want. Turkey, ham…?”

“Ham… Is there any cheese?”

“Swiss?”

“Perfect.”

“Iced tea?”

“Sure… Thanks, Sway.”

“I love you, Andre.”

“I love you, too.”

As I sat eating, Sway was quiet. I could sense her discontent.

My phone rang. It was Demi. She’d gotten off work early and was two minutes away. I stuffed the last quarter into the side of my cheek and hurried down to let her in.

Sway had already washed my plate and was in bed and under the covers when Demi and I returned. “Oh, is she asleep?”

“I think so… She’s tired.”

“Well, let me hurry and get out of here and…”

“Oh no, you’re good… Have a seat. Tell me all about what’s going on at Big John’s.” From my periphery, I saw Sway lift her head. “I haven’t been there in a while.”

“Same shit, just a different day… Trying to give these young girls the benefit of my experience in this business, but will they learn? No! Will they listen? No!”

“You know how they are. They don’t understand anything until it’s too late.”

“Yes!” Demi scooped a generous bump through her cut straw. “Then they come to me crying, hyperventilating and trying to catch their breath… Something I’d just told them to not do a week before…they do it anyway and are suffering the consequences, wanting comforting and understanding… If they’d just listen from the start, you know?”

“I know.”

Sway sighed, shifting her legs. “Oh oh… I think it’s time for me to get on my way.” Demi leaned in with a grin. “You may have your own set of consequences.”

“Let me walk you out…”

“No, it’s alright. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I got it…”

“I’ll walk you out anyway.”

We’d quietly exited the building and were heading towards Demi’s car. “Is everything alright, Andre?”

“I hope so…”

“Trouble in paradise already?”

“Actually, no. It’s like… I have a surprise for her and it’s… I booked a room downtown for us and I want it to be special…”

“Ah… I see.” She removed the keys from her purse. “You’re holding out the sex, and she’s frustrated.”

“Damn! How’d you…?”

“You got trouble, man.” Demi sat behind the wheel of the slate gray Camry and started the engine. “You have you a full-on shit-storm coming your way.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah…” She chuckled. “You’re on a powder keg that’s waiting to go off at any moment. What day is your setup for?”

“In the morning.”

“Oh! Well, that’s great… The poor girl won’t be suffering too long.”

“Yeah, that’s true… Demi… I don’t like her suffering at all.”

“You’re in love, man. That’s beautiful. She’s in love with you, too. I could see it when I first met her. I think you’ve found the one, Andre.”

Sway appeared, arms folded, scanning the area as she traipsed towards us. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I just came out to see what you two are talking about…get some air.” She forced a smile. “Hey, Demi.”

“Hey, sweetie. She’s such a doll, Andre. So pretty.”

Sway locked her arms tightly around me, placing her head firmly in my chest. “Thank you.”

“Well, I’m pooped. I have to go and get me some rest and start it all over again. My life. I’ll probably stop and pick up again tomorrow if it’s okay.”

“Anytime, Demi. You know that.”

Sway and I watched as she drove away. She looked up at me. “Now that that’s out of the way, do you have time for me now?”

“To make out?”

“To make love, silly.”

We entered the stairwell. Sway was ahead of me. “I have to be honest with you, baby. I don’t think I’m feeling too well.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. It’s like it’s my stomach or something.”

“Does it hurt? You need to use the toilet?”

We entered the room. I closed and locked the door behind us. “No, it’s like there’s a lot going on in there. I need to be still for a while. It’s like I can’t move or shake too much or I’m going to throw up.”

Sway stood, towering above me as I curled onto the sofa, drawing my knees to my chest. “Just go on to sleep, baby. I think I’m going to chill here for a little while…”

Creole Gaudet

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LIBERTINE DREAMS – SHE’S ALWAYS WANTED TO BE AN ACTOR

I’d met Raye at a convenience store on the blade at Harry Hines close to Walnut Hill.

She’s extremely pretty with wavy blonde hair that’s cut across near the nape of her neck.

She stands at about five feet six, is very thin, well-proportioned with long legs, and has a tight bubble-butt.

She’d opened the conversation, telling me that she had just made what she’d set out to make for that night and that she was ready to take a long shower, eat, and relax.

I countered with congratulations and said that I was happy for her success.

After a few moments of small talk, she’d asked if chilling and looking sexy was all I did, which then opened the door to tell her about my writing and my film project, and why I’d come to Dallas.

Turns out, she’s always wanted to be an actor.

I’d raised a concern that I’ve had to deal with since I began talking to actual working girls who I’d thought would be good candidates to play a few of my characters.

As a matter of fact, I’d believed that all my characters could be real working girls.

What could be the problem with that?

Who could better portray a working girl than an actual working girl?

Outside of not being reliable, on time, or ready to perform, which can be worked out, I hadn’t considered pimps and boyfriends.

Jealousy, wanting to maintain control, and outright hatred at seeing a girl potentially do something better than what they’re providing have stood in the way since I’d arrived.

Being that most of the girls have “folks”, it’s hard to find someone who’s independent.

Raye squelched that concern.

Raye is independent.

Raye wants to be a part of my project.

I’m lucky to have met her.

Creole Gaudet

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.16 – “JUST TALKING, THAT’S ALL”

HOME – 11:08 p.m.

I’d entered a darkened, candlelit room. The air conditioner was cruising along at seventy-two, the windows were shut with the curtains drawn tight, and smooth tunes flowed from the laptop speakers.

Sway was stretched across the king-size, draped in a sexy blue satin slip, trimmed in black lace, and a matching black thong.

“Are you ready for me now?”

“Wow, Sway. I’m speechless. You’re so beautiful.”

She patted the spot next to her. “I’m waiting for you to come and get this.”

“Okay… Uh…let me grab a shower first, though, okay?”

“Don’t be too long.”

I’d stalled, taking as much time as I could, delaying what I feared was the inevitable. Plan or no plan, I began to doubt that I would be able to hold on. I wanted her, and I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted a girl.

I’d stepped under the water, dialing it to the coldest setting my nerve endings could take. But it was useless. I was as hard as a rock. I was never going to make it.

I lathered, scrubbed, rinsed, and dried. I stepped out, wrapped in my towel.

I stood in the mirror, rubbing my palm across my whiskers. Sway watched patiently as I creamed my face and began to shave.

I got a text alert. I looked to my phone. It was Solo.

“Let me guess… You have to go out again?”

“Yeah, more money, baby. It’s just Solo. I’m meeting her again at the Longhorn.”

“You don’t mind if I come, do you?”

“Of course not… Let’s get dressed.”

LONGHORN ICEHOUSE – 12:20 a.m.

I’d just received an update from Solo. “She’s running late… She’ll be here in a second…” I looked behind us through the rear window. “I gotta piss, Sway. It’s dark over there across the lot along those hedges. I’ll be right back.”

I panned, spying, and unzipping as I prowled towards my destination.

I was half empty when I saw Solo speeding in. She’d exited her car and was stooped at the window, talking to Sway. She looked in my direction and waved.

I was giving a final shake when I heard what sounded to be some sort of commotion erupting between the two.

Even from my distance, I could clearly hear Sway’s words. “Look, bitch. I’m going to say this once and for all. Don’t ask me or my man again about turning fucking tricks. I know what you’re up to, ho. You’re not going to pull me.”

“Shush…be quiet…”

“Don’t shush me, bitch!” Sway turned to me as I approached. “I told you what this conniving bitch was about, Andre.”

“What’s going on? What happened?”

“I’ll let her tell you.”

I looked to Solo. “What?”

There was a helpless grin across her face. “We were just talking, that’s all… Girl stuff.”

Sway countered. “No, bitch, tell him what you said.”

“About what?”

“So now you’re dumb…”

“All I was saying was… I really have to go. I got my people waiting. You got the shit?” She tossed the three hundred onto my seat. Sway checked the count before dropping the coke into Solo’s cupped palm. “Here, bitch.”

Solo moved quickly. She hopped into her running car and tore away.

I got behind the wheel. “What was that all about?”

“You’re friend…just tried to pull me.”

“What?”

“That bitch told me that her man could put me in a…much better position…than you ever could and that you were always going to be small time.”

“She said that about me?”

“Yes! The bitch broke down the whole program. I could be in a Benz with my own furnished apartment and a brand new Rolex waiting on the dresser by the end of the week.”

“I can’t believe it… Are you sure?”

“You’re doubting me, Andre?”

“No! Fuck no! I believe you one hundred.”

“You know, I had a feeling this shit would come soon.” Sway opened her iPhone. “I recorded the bitch.” Sway played it back. It was word-for-word as she’d said.

On the drive home, I’d called Solo several times. She never answered.

I looked to Sway. “Baby, I am so grateful to have you in my life. I’ve lost a customer but…”

“Oh no, hold on… You didn’t lose a customer.”

“I’m never going to be able to trust her again.”

“You don’t have to trust her to make your money. You shouldn’t trust any of them anyway, Andre. There’s no loyalty with these ho’s.”

“Yeah, but I’m not going to have her disrespecting my woman, right in front of my face…or as soon as I turn my back.”

“Baby, we can’t look at it that way. She tried and failed, okay? And if she tries again, she’ll fail again. But get that money.”

I stared, looking into Sway’s silver eyes. “You’re right. But you have to be okay with it.”

“I can handle me. I’m not going anywhere.”

As we pulled up to the hotel, my phone rang. It was Solo. I quickly put it on speaker.

Solo went straight into defense mode, not letting me get in a single word. She called Sway a stupid young bitch that was doing nothing but fucking up my business, and she’d sworn that she would have never turned on me or tried to hurt me in any way.

Creole Gaudet

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