LIBERTINE DREAMS – “IT’S TIME FOR ME TO LIVE AGAIN”

It’s my fault, shame on me. I have no one to blame but myself.

There’s always going to be a situation, obstacle, or occurrence ready to set you back. That’s just the law of nature. It’s how things are and will always be.

It is up to us to be prepared as best we can, and if not, be ready to make the necessary changes to get back on track.

It’s obvious to anyone who knows me personally who Stefen Carbo, from my book, True Memoirs of a Libertine, really is.

It’s me and my actual life as a single libertine and actor before committing to also becoming a writer and creating a film, “Girl 214”.

This project has no doubt changed my life. It has humbled me more than I could have ever imagined. I’d taken so much for granted.

Gone are the multiple girls sleeping over in my luxury downtown apartment in New Orleans.

Gone is my Corvette, my Porsche, and my leased Lamborghini.

Gone is my fat bank account and wads of cash in closets, dresser drawers, and little hiding spots that I could never remember where.

Gone are the days of sleeping in, going out to the clubs, and returning just before sunrise.

There was just no way that I was going to be able to keep the same lifestyle arrangements and also put one hundred percent into this project at the same time. I had to choose one or the other.

And even with all my money, time, and dedication that have gone into my project, I’m still only a third of the way complete.

And let’s not forget to mention the pandemic, which for two years caused me to have to depend on and live on my project’s budget. Like for everyone else, it was a gut punch.

Hard times followed for sure. I’d taken a seasonal job at Amazon, and that wasn’t even enough.

To make matters worse, the cost of housing skyrocketed here in Dallas, and it was devastating for thousands of citizens who’d lost everything and found themselves living on the streets.

I myself was outdoors for months, trying to figure it out and decide if it was all worth it.

It seemed easier to just say fuck it, hop on the first thing heading to L.A., and work at least as an extra. I’m union and with a union salary, I could make it.

But I took my lumps, began working for a rideshare company, and leased one of their cars. I stayed in it until I was able to get a place, and it is where I am as I type this.

I’m back on track, my film is back on track, and everything is lined up just right. It’s a matter of procedure now and to steadily move towards completion.

That’s not to say that there won’t be other obstacles; there always are, but, unless it’s as monumental as a global pandemic, I believe I’ll have it all under control.

However, that may mean that I may have to get my hustle on; maybe illegal, but not immoral or unethical.

With the state of the economy and the lack of empathy from our government, the greed of corporations, and the cost of living, you have to do whatever it takes to survive. It’s truly a life-or-death situation. That’s a fact.

Now, with everything in line and under control, it’s time for me to get back to my lifestyle.

It’s time for me to live again.

It’s time for me to have the girls sleeping over.

It’s time for a new luxury apartment.

It’s time for a new car.

It’s time for all of those things. all while working on my film project, writing, and creating content.

It’s time for me to again live my libertine dream.

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.14 – “YOU’RE A FANTASTIC COOK!”

HOME – 6:10 p.m.

I could hear Sway singing to Megan Thee Stallion’s “Hot Girl Summer” as I placed my key card into the slot. She quickly turned. “Hey, baby!” With the big spoon in hand, she danced towards me, placing a kiss to my lips. “The food is done. Are you hungry?”

“I can’t wait. I could smell the seasonings all the way down the hall as soon as I got off the elevator.” I peeked into the open skillet. “It looks good, too.”

“Go wash up. I’ll have everything ready for you.”

Sway had her new clothes all laid out. She’d removed the tags on some and had reorganized the closet. I noticed a nice, classy black dress hanging towards the front.

I walked into the bathroom to take a quick piss, but as if punched in the gut, I began to cramp. It was sudden and unrelenting. There was no way I was going to be able to hold it.

I’d thought about who would eventually be the first to go. I definitely wanted it to be her.

As if in a jailhouse, I’d flushed between each piece, followed with a blast of Febreze, Linen and Sky.

I then removed my clothes and took a long, hot shower.

The room was chilly when I came out. Sway had opened the windows to the edges of the frames. A sickening, embarrassing feeling had come over me.

After applying a quick coat of lotion, I grabbed some sweats and a shirt and took a seat at the kitchenette table. “There’s my sexy daddy. How did you do out there today?” She set a plate of pasta in front of me. “Is that enough?”

“Yeah, that’s plenty… You’re not going to believe who I ran into.”

“Who?”

Sway held the steaming pan, spooning meatballs and sauce onto the pile. “Whoa… That’s good.” I took my fork and mixed some together before giving it a taste. “Wow, this is fucking delicious. I thought I was going to need to add some salt or something.” I carved a meatball into four. “Oh shit! This is unbelievable, Sway! You’re a fantastic cook!”

She bounced happily. “I love cooking too.”

“By the way, that’s a bad ass dress.”

“You like it? It was on sale. I just got it in case we go somewhere.”

“Your timing is perfect…”

“Perfect…?”

“So, I did my thing with Dan, and as I was about to leave, who pulls up? Mandy.”

“Mandy?!”

“She’s in a bad way. Rosebud came down hard on her. She’s all fucked up. And he’s picking up his money between each trick. He’s not letting her hold shit.

“She came to me trying to hit me up for a bump.”

“Did you give her one?”

“I gave her the two forties I had.”

“You gave them to her?”

“She owes me… I wasn’t supposed to have extra with me anyway. Not when I meet up with Dan. I figured fuck it. I’ll probably never see that money, though.”

“You felt sorry for her or something?”

“No… As long as she owes me, we probably won’t have to deal with her.” I wolfed down another mouthful. “Enough about Mandy.”


LONGHORN ICEHOUSE PARKING LOT – 8:48 p.m.

Solo drove up with her lights off. She exited, heading towards our passenger side. After noticing Sway, she stutter-stepped, changing her direction. I lowered my window. “Andre, I see you got your girlfriend with you again.” She looked across to Sway. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hello.”

Solo swapped three single hundreds for three bigs. “Thanks.” I handed the bills to Sway.

“I may call you later if you’re up. They may want some more. It’ll be around three or four, but it’s not for sure, though.”

“Text me… We’ll go from there.”

She looked to Sway and then to me. “I’m entertaining a married couple. They’re paying big money, Andre, at least a couple thousand. Sway’s welcome to come. She won’t even have to get down. I’ll do all the work.”

Sway cut in. “I’m good. I appreciate it, though.”

“Alright, let me know. I got to get going.” Solo hurried to her car and sped away.”

As we drove, I sensed something was on Sway’s mind. “What’s up?”

“How well do you know Solo?”

“I’ve been dealing with her a few years now. Why?”

“Bitch is so disrespectful.”

“How? What did she do?”

“She has a pimp, right?”

“Yeah. Lee. Her, Brook, and Roxanne are all with Lee. They buy from me, too. You’ll meet them.”

“You really are just a dope boy… Not a fuck boy either.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“It’s all good.” She reached over, placing her hand on my arm. She looked to me. “This is why I love you so much.”

“Alright…but what are you saying?”

“This is the second time she’s tried to pull me.”

“She’s not trying to pull you. She’s just in her mind, trying to make me some extra money…”

“No, baby, these ho’s are not your friends. All they want to do is impress their pimp. It’s the hos that are the most dangerous. They do the recruiting, the conditioning, the lying and the scheming.

“You’re true to the game. You play by the rules. The game will always be good to you… And so will I.”

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.13 – “ARE YOU WORKING?”

JANUARY 28, 2020

GOLD TOWN CABARET – 4:50 p.m.

The club was quiet as Sway and I entered the main floor.

Wearing an autographed Lawrence Taylor jersey, the former NBA superstar, Dennis Rodman, was standing in the center of the room with the DJ’s microphone, delivering a few words, paying respect to Kobe Bryant.

Natalia, avoiding eye contact, was across the room, standing with Sarah.

We stood, listening until the music began. We then walked to the bar and took a couple of stools.

Sarah hurried over. “Hey, Andre…and, Sway.”

“So I guess Natalia is not talking to me anymore…”

“Oh, come on, Andre. You had to know she liked you.”

“She never told it to me and…”

“I know, you don’t see her that way. But she still had feelings for you. Once she gets over it, she’ll be okay.” Sarah pressed a roll of cash into my hand. “You got two hundred?”

“Yeah.” I looked to Sway. She went into her purse and removed two big bags. She held her arm low, handing them to Sarah.

“Oh, okay.” Sarah giggled. “We’re doing it this way now?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“No, not at all. I’m just asking. Actually, it’s smart. Keeps the eyes off you, right?” She gave me a hug. “Thanks, Andre.”

She motioned to Natalia. The two met and went on their way.

Sway looked to me. “She’s mad.”

“Sarah?”

“No, that other one.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. She’s not going to let it go… She’s going to try and fuck you over.”


CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HWY – 5:38 p.m.

I was alone when I arrived to meet Dan. Sway was back at the room cooking. Meatballs and spaghetti were going to be our very first home-cooked meal.

Dan was late again, making a big scene as he arrived. He’d grabbed his usual hundred sack and was gone.

I didn’t leave right away. I’d found myself sitting in the car, thinking about tomorrow and how the results from our tests could possibly affect our relationship.

What if Sway or I had something serious? What if one of us were infected with HIV? What about herpes?

How would I handle it? How would we handle it? Would that come between us? What was she thinking about right now? Are the same things running through her head?

I knew that I was completely in love with her, and I truly believed she loved me the same. Either way, my mind was made up, and I wasn’t going to leave her.

Using my phone, I went online to view my checking account balance. Sway was correct. I was spending a lot of money. I would have to hustle hard if I were going to put it all back.

I then did a Google search for the W Hotel downtown. I called and made a three-day reservation, booking the Extreme Wow Suite. That was a quick fifty-six hundred, but it didn’t matter; Sway was worth every penny of it.

I’d put the car in gear and was about to drive away when I saw Mandy’s Cadillac pull up next to me. She dropped her window. “What’s up, Andre?” She exited and walked over. “Are you working?”

“I’m tapped for bigs. I only have a couple forties…”

“I don’t have any cash… I really only need a bump.”

“What happened to your money? I’ve never seen you broke.”

“My man is watching me hard.”

“Rosebud?”

“Yeah, ever since I lost that bitch.”

“What’s her name…? Was it Sway or something like that?”

“That’s her… The one who sucked your dick.” Mandy grinned. “I know what she did.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever… He beat my ass behind that shit.” She showed the bruises on her arms and along her legs. “He won’t let me get high at all. I can’t even fucking smoke!”

“Why do you put up with it? Leave.”

She laughed. “That motherfucker would kill my ugly ass on the spot if I ever even thought about it.”

“But if you could leave, you would, right?”

She pondered, looking around. “I guess every bitch would leave a motherfucker if she could have protection.”

“I don’t mean to another pimp. I mean for good. Like, get out of the game.”

“When you’ve been a ho as long as I have, Andre, it ain’t that easy.”

“I guess you’re right… I tell you what, you’ve been a good customer for a while, Mandy.” She perked in anticipation. “I’m going to let you have these two little ones.”

“You’re fucking with me, Andre?”

“No… Here.” She quickly tucked them into her bra. “Now, when you get your shit together and can pay me back, hit me up and I’ll meet you and grab it.”

“If not, you’re going to come looking for me…”

“I know you’re good for it. You’ll pay me back.”

“Thanks, man. I won’t forget this.” Mandy hurried into the mart. From my rearview mirror, I watched as she sped to the restroom.

As I drove home, I thought about what had just happened.

Did I, in my mind, somehow think that I’d paid Mandy back for rescuing Sway from her and Rosebud? Probably not, because I would have fronted her the coke anyway. I’ve always believed in taking care of my customers.

But…what’s going to happen when Mandy eventually finds out that Sway is with me?

Would it be easier to just call and tell her now? Would that help? Would she flip out and pass it on to Rosebud to maybe get some of the heat off of her?

Creole Gaudet

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.12 – “YOU’RE CRAZY, I LOVE YOU!”

JANUARY 27, 2020

GOLD TOWN CABARET – 5:38 p.m

We’d spent half the day at Planned Parenthood, where we were prodded, poked, had blood drawn, and were given a two-day wait for final results.

Sway was handing her ID to the door girl when Natalia and Sarah marched into the vestibule. “Andre, you sexy motherfucker!”

“Hey, Natalia.”

“Come with me, doll. We have to go and talk.” She peeked around me, tugging at my arm.

Sway grabbed my free hand tightly, standing her ground.

Sarah looked to Sway. “Hey, I’m Sarah.”

Sway gave a quick smile in return. “Hi.”

Natalia stepped closer. “Tell your little friend to have a seat out here. We’ve got business to take care of.”

“No, we’re all going to go in and we’ll talk together.” I reached back, placing my arm around Sway’s shoulders, positioning her in front of me as we entered the main room.

We’d taken a table near the second stage. I’d ordered a beer and a Red Bull for Sway. Natalia and Sarah both had a whiskey.

“Here, I got two hundred, Andre. Give me five.”

“You were ready for me, weren’t you?” Sway handed me the five sacks. I traded them for Natalia’s cash. Sway sorted out the bills, showing me the count. I looked to Natalia. “Thanks.”

“Really?”

“Really, what? Is something wrong?”

“Yes, something’s wrong.”

“What?” I looked to the shiny blue packets in her palm. “It’s right, huh? That’s five…”

“The coke is right.”

“Well, what’s the problem?”

“I’ll tell you the problem. You bring this little girl in here in front of me, a grown ass woman, and got her handling your fucking business.”

Sway leaned upright in her chair. “What’s it to you, bitch? As long as you get your shit…”

“Bitch?”

“Yeah, bitch!” Sway shot to her feet.

“You’re going to let her disrespect me like that, Andre?”

“Talk to me, not him. You just said you’re a grown ass woman, didn’t you?”

Sarah begged, pleading. “Girls, girls, come on… Calm down.”

Natalia came back. “Young, stupid, and jealous.”

“Of what? You? Why is he with me, ho?”

“If I wanted him, I would have had him from the start.”

“And if he was blind and stupid and had made that mistake, after spending five minutes in my company, he would have made the call, bitch. He would have dumped your old floppy titty ass.”

Natalia looked to me. “This is what I’m saying. You see what happens when you bring a child into adult situations?” She turned to Sway. “Why don’t you go outside and wait in the car. Then, when Andre is done talking with the ladies, he can take you home and let you play with your baby dolls.”

“Go home and play with your grandchildren, bitch. You should be retired anyway. Look at you… You’re day shift, B team… Worn out, thick… Crooked-legged bitch.”

Natalia weakened. Holding back tears, she darted towards the dressing rooms.

Sarah rose slowly, easing her chair to the edge of the table. “Wow, I’ve never seen her this upset. I’m going to go and check on her. Thanks for coming in, Andre. The girls needed you.”

I stood, comforting Sway. I looked into her eyes, studying her. “Go on, let it out.”

She broke, grinning impishly. “I didn’t start it.”

“You did finish it, though.”

“You’re so crazy. I love you.”

I didn’t know if there would be repercussions in the future, but I knew this battle was over, and it was a clear victory.


Sway jogged to the car ahead of me. She stood waiting, tightly clutching her jacket front as we entered. I started the engine and blasted the heater.

“It wasn’t this cold when we came in, was it?”

“No!” I checked my phone for the weather. It was forty-four and dropping. I turned to Sway. “I’m telling you something right now, and I don’t want a debate or a discussion about it. I’m taking you to the Galleria and we’re going to get you a proper coat, a jacket, and some clothes…”

“Okay, but not too much…”

“Sway! Shut the fuck up already. I’m getting tired of it, okay? Give it a fucking rest!”

“Okay… Alright, Andre.” She smirked. “Hook a bitch up. I’m fucking freezing.”


GALLERIA – 7:15 p.m.

We’d gotten lucky with a parking spot on the ground floor of the Blue Garage.

I’d suggested Macy’s. Before entering the women’s department, I’d placed fifteen one hundreds into her hand. Sway had found a sales lady. I’d stepped away, taking a stroll through the mall.

It was almost closing time when we were dragging her shopping bags on the way to the Apple store. I’d surprised her with an iPhone 11 Pro with all the accessories to go with it. She’d chosen the new purple.

On the way home, we called in to Pizza Hut and placed a to-go order.

After eating, we showered and were huddled up on the sofa for some TV.

Demi had called around 2:30 a.m. and slid by for a forty before heading home.

We’d called it a night at around 4:15 a.m. and got into bed. Sway spoke softly near my ear. “I don’t know if I can wait two days.”

“It’s really only about one day now. This one’s over.”

“Okay, I don’t know if I can wait one day.” She pressed closer. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too.”

Sway lightly massaged my arms and chest. “You are so muscular, tall. So brown and beautiful.” She rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. She quickly returned with a hand towel. She placed it onto the bed next to me. “Turn on your side.”

Sway climbed behind me, rubbing her hands together. I could smell the scent of lotion. She reached into my boxers. “Relax, baby.”

Her grip was firm but gentle. The slow and steady strokes increased in rhythm. Within moments, it was over.

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