Tag: Libertine Dreams

I was out speed-walking through my neighborhood again, getting in my daily exercise.

It was at the start of the first lap of my usual trek when, within seconds, my life almost changed for the worse.

I was face down into my phone’s screen, typing out a draft for my next story, when a driver drove up onto the curb, inches away from the sidewalk, almost taking me out.

My natural reflexes shifted my feet, enabling me to jump a foot or two to my left, but it wouldn’t have been enough. If not for the tall turf, it was either the hospital or the morgue for me.

After offering an unsavory expletive, I stood watching as the driver, who’d come to a complete stop about fifty feet away, gathered him or herself and drove away.

I took a few photos and then went back the next morning to get a few more.

Creole Gaudet

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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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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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This evening I stopped at the 7-11 at Harry Hines and Willowbrook.

My eyes had spied her before she’d seen me.

Beautiful with a banging body and wearing a tight-fitting dress, she was standing near the edge of the parking lot as I made my approach.

I instinctively muttered to myself, “Wow!” It was all I could come up with.

She’d noticed me and began walking towards me. Her smile was as warm as the sun lighting her platinum blonde locks.

I asked, “You need a ride?”

She replied, “Actually, I do.”

I reached over, opening the door.

She’d thanked me as she entered. After confirming the destination address, we drove away.

She’d begun the conversation, which turned out to be very interesting, entertaining, and informative.

I’d learned that her name was Kaylee and that she was native to Dallas and had been working for a few years already.

She’d asked what brought me to Dallas, and I broke it all down about my film project, Girl 214. She was excited to learn that I was an actor and was making a movie.

I’d told her that I was going to begin shooting again in the Spring and that I was going to be looking for featured extras and possibly some girls for speaking parts.

She’d told me that she’d be prepared to audition or help in any way that she could.

Kaylee also mentioned that she had plenty of prospects for my coke connect and that she’d do all she could to help me reach independence.

I couldn’t have asked for a better ally.

Will she be a part of the team I’m building?

Everything looks promising right now, and I will definitely keep Kaylee in my sights.

Creole Gaudet

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