I’d told you guys about me hanging out with Cathy at the game room on Harry Hines and how notorious these places were for getting robbed.
I’d had my back against a wall the entire time we were there, and I was constantly watching the front and rear entrances. I’d even mapped it out and had a couple of escape options in mind just in case. You must always be alert when in a place like this.
It was about a week or so ago when armed robbers came in and hit the game room.
I haven’t gotten all the details yet, but I’ve learned that there was a fatality, and it has been shut down. The game room is no more.
That means that a business owner is out of business, workers have lost their jobs, and, unfortunately, someone has lost their life.
Why is it that the tough guys always prey upon the hardscrabble working person who’s just getting by or is barely making it?
Why don’t they go after the corrupt politicians or these corporations that are robbing us all blind? Why not rob them back?
Are they afraid?
Is it mental conditioning to where they’ve been programmed to leave the wealthy alone and only hurt themselves?
I’ll never understand it.
Creole Gaudet
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Back in June, I was involved in a tremendous auto accident.
I was concussed, lost memory, use of my right arm, and was in constant pain.
After treatment, I made a full recovery.
However, it came at a cost. The at-fault driver not only didn’t have insurance, he didn’t even have a driver’s license.
At about 19 years old and living at home with his parents, outside the damage to the vehicle he was driving, had no worries. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t he case.
The car I was driving was my only means of transportation, and a hustler without wheels ain’t a successful hustler. Transportation is a must.
Not being able to get back right away was financially devastating.
I’m not going to go into a pity party rant on how unfair it was. That’s not my take on life.
I believe in continuing the journey. Setbacks will happen. You just have to keep going.
The new wheels.
Creole Gaudet
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I hadn’t mentioned it in my first post when I’d introduced Kaylee.
She’d stated that it was hard to nearly impossible to get any quality coke out on the blade. She’d complained that everything she’d scored and had done continually made her nose bleed.
I’d informed her that I had the best connect in Dallas and that when I did favors for friends, it was served as I’d gotten it and was never touched or stepped on for extra profit.
After trying a bit from my personal party stash, she was beyond impressed and was definitely onboard. She wanted to buy whatever I had.
KAYLEE
“Can I get some? What do you have?”
ME
“Nothing on me. What I gave you was left over from yesterday. I’d gotten something for a friend of mine. I usually let it pile up and keep it around for when I have female company and they want to party a bit.”
KAYLEE
“So, why aren’t you hustling it? You could be king out here with the girls. This is fire.”
ME
“Even though I’ve been around it forever, it was just never my thing.”
KAYLEE
“Dude, instead of slaving yourself for ten to twelve hours a day, you could be on top. And I don’t mean that in any disrespectful way…”
ME
“I understand what you’re saying, but… I’ve made my money promoting shows, concerts, recording music in my studio…back in New Orleans and working as an actor.”
KAYLEE
She stared. “But that was then, you’re here now. You told me you’re making a movie and that you need funding to do it. It’s going to take you forever.”
ME
“That is true. Everything changed after the pandemic…”
KAYLEE
“Can you get some or not? I need you, and I can help you come up. I have girls that are going to love this.”
ME
I paused, thinking hard. “Okay. I’ll definitely do it for you, but anyone you bring to me will have to meet my standard. They’ll have to be on your level. I’m not going to fuck with low-class trash. All money ain’t good money, and I don’t need to deal with drama.”
KAYLEE
“If I bring you a girl. She’ll be right.”
Kaylee began calling me at a minimum of three times a week, sometimes four. I’d meet her on the track, quick exchange, and we’d move our separate ways. Everything was smooth.
I began to see from a business perspective, it was very profitable and that if I continued to grow my clientele, I could be back up with a quickness.
That would give me more time to create content and, most importantly, have the funding and the ability to get back to producing my movie.
JUNE – 19th, 2024
I’d gotten a call from Kaylee, saying that she and her girlfriend were out on the blade and wanted to score. I thought to myself that she was, for the first time, not alone. Kaylee had come through, just as she’d promised.
Sunny could have easily passed for Kaylee’s sister.
They were built the same, had blonde hair and blue eyes with the thick juicy thighs and plump asses. They are two fluff-bunnies.
After the exchanges, Sunny took my number.
Creole Gaudet
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I was on my way out of the Walgreens at Northwest Highway and Lemon.
As I was heading to my car, I noticed the young blonde searching her phone.
There was a hint of familiarity across her face. I wasn’t sure, though.
When she finally looked my way, with a giant smile, she hurried towards me, already reminding me who she was.
As we drove away, she’d broken it all down where she’d been and how she’d come back to Dallas.
Raye had told me that she’d gotten with a pimp and had gone to Los Angeles.
She’d expressed how scary it was on Figueroa and how the Bloods frequented the blade.
Raye said she’d run away. She’d just left without saying anything, and that “choosing ain’t cheating”, and she was happy back home in Dallas with her new pimp.
She’d said that he had her next in line to be his bottom.
I’d laughed and cut in to say that even though all pimps tell the same thing to all their new girls, the lie does make them feel good. She chuckled, agreeing with me.
I’d dropped her off at the Tropicana near Luna, wishing her the best of luck and success with her new guy.
Creole Gaudet
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