Everette Mullen’s new Beginning-Blogger in a new City

The train made its stop in Lake Morgan’s passenger terminal, which was just on the outskirts of downtown. Everette Mullen stepped off along with his EDC backpack and rolling suitcase. He was a twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six-year-old divorced blogger living on a disability pension.

While going through the divorce, Everette feverishly repaired his credit and by the time it was finalized, his score was just good enough to buy a first-time house.

He found an affordable, yet well-built shotgun house in the working poor section on Lake Morgan’s southeastern side.

From the passenger terminal, he headed downtown on foot to the only skyscraper in the city.

This skyscraper housed the offices of his banker Barrett Middleton and his real estate agent, Chloe Marina, both of whom attended high school with him several towns to the east of Lake Morgan.

Everette was on his way there to conclude the terms of his new home purchase.

He took the elevator to the tenth of twelve stories where Chloe Marina’s office was located.

Anxiously, he waited for the elevator to stop, and finally, it arrived.

Everette stepped out and read the directory on the wall and located her office. Her office faced the eastern side of the city.

He knocked on the door and she told him to come in.

Chloe was wearing a white blouse, a grey skirt that went shortly above her knees, and brown leather high-heeled shoes. She was bespectacled with Wayfarer glasses.

“Long time no see, Everette,” Chloe said as she hugged him.

“Yes, it’s been too long,” Everette replied.

“I’m so glad that I can sell you a home, if there was anyone more deserving than you, I don’t know of him or her.”

“Thank you, I had some rough patches, but now life is looking up for me,”

“You were always so nice in high school, how did you wind up with that horrible ex-wife of yours?”

“Maybe because I was too nice to acknowledge the red flags she so blatantly flew.”

“Someone good will come along for you, though, just be patient.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome and just know, whoever she is, you will make her very happy!”

“You always had a way of making me feel better.”

“I try.” Chloe paused, then continued, “Now I think everything is in order and I can finalize your sale, let me just check with your banker.”

“Sure, do whatever you need.”

Chloe picked up her desk telephone and was connected instantly to Barrett Middleton.

They exchanged a few words, then Chloe hung up with a smile, looked up at Everette, and said, “It’s yours. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you so much, you are such a God send!”

“Be sure to go and thank Barrett as well, he secured this great deal for you.”

“I sure will.”

Everette heard a loud thunderous roar and noticed that Chloe’s window had become dark.

“What is going on?” He asked.

“There is some severe weather due here. I thought you of all people would have been aware of something like that.”

“Yes, I used to always monitor the weather scrupulously, but I forgot to and didn’t want to miss this appointment. Furthermore, I lost all of my weather radios among other valuables when my then-wife-now-ex-wife got us evicted, all I was able to keep was what’s in these two bags.”

“Where did you stay in the meantime?”

“With an older friend. He drove me to the train terminal and I took the Sunshine Express here.”

The roaring became stronger.

Everette looked out the window and saw several locomotives and freight cars derailed in the marshaling yard located on Lake Morgan’s industrialized northeast side. A minor tornado had wreaked havoc through the yard and was now headed south into the swamps.

Everette marveled, stuck in time and space.

“You are indeed fascinated by the weather, aren’t you?” Chloe asked.

“Yes. That and trains.” Everette replied.

“I kind of remember you mentioning things about trains a time or two.”

“I had loved them as a young child, but then outgrew them. However around our sophomore year, the interest came back, but then I had a mental breakdown, wound up on disability and it’s just recently that I have been able to dedicate time to my train hobby.”

“Well, you will be happy to know that your house is but a few feet from the mainline.”

“Wow! Thank you!”

“You’re so welcome. Here are your keys.” Chloe handed them to Everette then they embraced once more and he left her office.

Everette then walked to Barrett Middleton’s office and knocked on the door.

His receptionist asked for his name.

Everette provided it.

She picked up the phone and said, “Everette Mullen wants to see you. What should I tell him?” She paused then said, “Okay, I will let him know.” Then she hung up and said, “You can come in.”

Everette walked into Barrett Middleton’s office, which had a corner space occupying the southwest side of the tenth story.

“What’s up, Mullen?”

“I just wanted to thank you for pulling those strings to secure me a great mortgage deal.”

“Sure thing man. You always made us laugh in high school and I found out that you had fallen on hard times when I saw your blog, so, I knew I should help you.”

“You actually read my blog?”

“I sure do. A lot of us from our old school do.”

“Thanks, man. I am honored that you read it.”

“Well, I remember how you used to tell us stories in PE class whenever we weren’t able to do anything, so when I realized that your blog was even better than the stories you made up, I was hooked. All I can say is never stop writing, you truly have a gift.”

Everette looked out the windows to see the sunset peaking through the storm clouds. He also noticed the port situated on Lake Morgan, all the yachts docked in the slips, and the branch line diverging from the main to serve the port.

“You have an amazing view. If I was you I would set up a scanner in this office and have it tune in the Marine Channels.

“I just might do that. Any models you would recommend?”

“Since it’s VHF and FM, just about any scanner in good condition will do. To be honest, some of the older ones outperform the modern ones. Just be sure to turn it off if a lady walks in your office because some of those marine workers have potty mouths.”

“I know man. Remember how we used to drive around and mess with the bridge tenders over the radio?”

“Yes, those were the days. Although things are looking up once again.”

“What did you think of those tornadoes a few minutes ago?”

“They were something else. I think Chloe Marina’s presence calmed me like the Hand of the Lord. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yes. She’s awesome. Always was.” Barrett paused, then continued, “Well, I have to get home to the wife and kids, but I am so glad you came to see me. If you need anything else, let me know.”

“I could use a ride to my new house since I am on foot.”

“Sure man. We can cut up like we used to do. It would be a brief break from married life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife and children, but I miss being able to get rowdy.”

“I can’t wait.”

“well let’s go. I can also show you around, Lake Morgan. It’s good to have another transplant here from high school.”

Barrett stood up, grabbed his briefcase and sport coat, then walked Everette out of his office and instructed his receptionist to lock up.

Subsequently, they walked to the parking garage and they entered Barrett’s brand new midnight black Chevy Silverado.

Barrett drove Everette around Lake Morgan showing him, first downtown, then the northeast industrialized side, then the lake port, and finally the southeast side. Barrett then parked in front of Everette’s new house.

Everette grabbed his bags and keys, then walked onto his front porch and opened the front door, locking it behind him. He turned the ceiling fan on and laid down on his empty living room floor.

Soon afterward, he took his medication and fell asleep.

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How Everette Mullen met Hailee Bainbridge-Blogger in a new City

On a sunny and crisp Autumn Thursday morning, Everette Mullen was walking through Downtown Lake Morgan, on a mission to shop for items he needed for his newly purchased home.

One of his new neighbors had dropped him off at the edge of their neighborhood and he walked the next few blocks until he was coming upon Donna’s Discount Electronics and Housewares. He recognized the design of the building that it was a former Family Dollar.

Just as Everette was about to cross the tracks and enter the store freight train came moving through.

The crossing lights flashed, and the crossing bells tolled then the engineer sounded her train’s whistle. The conductor waved his signal lantern as Everette watched them pass. The train was a local freight job that had originated out of the yard on the industrialized northeast side of Lake Morgan. The crew was a young husband and younger wife team that had worked this train for a few years after the two men on the former crew had retired a few months ago. They were headed west to exchange some freight cars and return to the yard that evening.

Everette noticed the excessive amount of graffiti that seemed to have a presence on just about every freight car. Some of it was disgusting to him, some of it somehow provoked deep thought and even some more of it brought out laughter.

Finally, the train cleared the crossing and continued westbound. Cautiously, Everette crossed the tracks then the city’s main street, and entered the store.

A buzzer sounded and Everette began to browse around.

He saw some custom-made, limited edition replica models of vintage stereo systems and began to study them in detail until he heard the voice of a young lady.

“Hi,” She said sheepishly.

Everette turned around and saw a pleasantly plump young lady sitting on the floor with an Android tablet in her hands. She was dressed in a knee-length red plaid skirt with a creme colored blouse. Her skin was quite pale and dotted with freckles. Her eyes were crystal blue, enhanced by her wire-rimmed glasses. Her hair was Auburn and flowed down to her shoulder blades. She was wearing grey crew socks and light blue tennis shoes.

Everette smiled brightly and replied, “Hello,” As he looked upon the young lady with great admiration.

She then awkwardly stood up and as she did so, Everette caught a brief view of her creamy white thighs and hot pink modesty shorts.

He blushed at the sight of it but was also powerfully attracted to her.

The young lady smiled from ear to ear and giggled uncontrollably until she was completely standing up.

She then walked up to Everette, choked a little on her words but then managed to say, “I read your blog faithfully and I love your work. I cannot believe you are shopping in my mom’s store.”

Sweetly Everette hugged her and said, “Thank you. I am honored that you read my blog. Actually, I have never come across one of my readers in public before, most of them are far away from me. How did you find my blog?”

The young lady replied, blushing, “I had been reading your work since I was eleven going on twelve and you were like sixteen. I came across it by accident while having a sleepover and using a friend’s family computer. Those were the days. I was so excited when you launched your current blog and I check it every day for new posts.”

“Wow! I am amazed and humbled at the same time. Can I have your name?”

“Of course; it’s Hailee Bainbridge.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Aw, thanks,” Hailee paused and then continued, “Do you believe at all in fate?”

“Sometimes,” Everette replied.

“Well, I believe there is a reason that you walked into my mom’s store today and it is more than just to buy whatever you are going to buy. I’ll say that I have crushed on you for a long time, it’s just I didn’t want to mess with a married man. However, when you publicly announced that you were divorced, I felt excited and thought that you could somehow be mine one day. And when I found out that you were moving to Lake Morgan, I prayed continuously that we would somehow cross paths.”

Everette smiled warmly and then tightly embraced Hailee after she spoke those words to him.

As he hugged her she continued, “I hope you’re not weirded out or anything by me telling you all this.”

Everette looked Hailee in the eyes and said, “Not at all. If anything I’m very touched. I tried talking to other young ladies, but most of them won’t even acknowledge me. You obviously have a very good heart not to mention in my eyes you’re a perfect solid ten!”

“I know when I first started reading your work it would have been illegal for us to see each other but now I am twenty-one and I know you are twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six and I hope I’m not too young for you anymore.”

“Not at all. My ex-wife is the same age as me and that relationship was a train wreck. Anyway, I think an age difference brings some understanding to a relationship, so you are perfect for me!”

“Then you will be my boyfriend?”

“As sure as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west!”

Hailee covered her mouth, then strongly hugged Everette for the third time.

Subsequently, they exchanged phone numbers and residential addresses.

She then planted a kiss on his mouth and said, “Sorry if that was too much.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Your kiss is lovely!” Everette replied as he played with her hair, “Just for the record, I want many more kisses from you!”

Hailee beamed then buried her face in Everette’s chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Donna Bainbridge, the owner, and Hailee’s mother interrupted their embrace and said, “Young man, what are you doing with my daughter?”

Everette had a deer in headlights look on his face.

Hailee interjected, “Mom, remember the blogger that I like to read so much and I had a crush on him for years? This is him, right here in your store.”

Everette collected himself and said, “I do apologize, but I have never met anyone else who has followed my online work for so long. Furthermore, I think Hailee is the most beautiful young lady I have ever seen and I think she has a really good heart.”

“Why did you come into my store?”

“I just moved to Lake Morgan and I need some supplies to stock my new house. I was looking at your stereo systems when Hailee greeted me.”

“Where are you staying on Lake Morgan?”

Everette stated his address.

Donna replied, “If you’re a blogger, why are you living on the southeast side? That is the poor section of the city.”

“My main source of income is a disability pension. I don’t make any money from my blog. I have been writing for almost ten years and yet never earned a single red cent for it.”

“Momma, if you would read his work, you would see that he is a good man,” Hailee added in.

“If you’re the same blogger I think you are, aren’t you married?”

“I was. To an abusive and unfaithful woman. She got us evicted from the place we were staying, with all of her temper tantrums, so I divorced her and while waiting on the courts, I repaired my credit. After everything was final, I bought a house in Lake Morgan. And here I am.”

“I see.”

“I know I have a past, but I think Hailee is beautiful and sweet and I promise to treat her right. And not only that but also to honor her and cherish her.”

“I have a past too, momma, because of what my gym teacher did to me.”

“He’s probably had a lot of girls, though,” Donna remarked, “After all, he is a writer.”

“I assure you, just my ex-wife.”

“And I’ve only been with one, though it wasn’t my choice, so our pasts are almost equivalent. Besides, I have wanted him for about ten years, so don’t ruin this for me, momma,” Hailee pleaded.

“All right, for now, y’all have my blessing. Y’all just make sure to be committed to each other and only each other.”

“Thank you,” Everette replied.

“Yes, thank you momma!” Hailee added in.

Donna then looked at Everette and said, “If you ever mistreat her, I know people who will make your life a living hell.”

“Trust me, I have no intention to mistreat Hailee.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Now, I do have a large purchase to make, so hopefully you can assist me.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, first of all, I would like one of those replica stereo systems. They remind me of my early teenage years.”

“Excellent choice,” Donna said as she added it to her handheld computer.

“Anything else?”

“Yes, I was wondering if you had any bathroom accessories that were seafoam green in color?”

“What do you mean by bathroom accessories?”

“Soap dish, toothbrush holder, rugs, towels.”

“Why seafoam green?”

“I like a nautical theme and it also reminds me of my childhood bathroom.”

Donna added more items to her handheld computer, then asked, “Anything else?”

“Yes. I would like two weather radios, one for my kitchen table and one for next to my bed. After seeing that tornado in the railroad yard the other day, I feel the need to be prepared how I once was before I lost many possession during the eviction. If you have any portable models, that would be great too.”

“How about a Midland WR120 for your bedside, a Midland WR400 for your kitchen, and a Midland HH50B for traveling?”

“Yes, a fellow blogger recommended the one for my bedroom and traveling and since he says Midland is a good brand, I’ll get the other one for my kitchen.”

“I was suggesting the WR400 for your kitchen because it also gets AM and FM, so you can listen to news talk or music while cooking and eating.”

“Great minds think alike, Miss Donna!”

“Anything else?

“Yes. I need an aerial antenna for my television set and an amplifier if you have one.”

“I will have to special order those, but I can have them in by tomorrow evening.”

“Is there any way you can have the rest of my items delivered to my home? I am on foot.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Now, does your store offer any financing?”

“We do. I will need to see your government ID.”

“Right here,” Everette said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his ID to her.

Donna entered the information on her handheld computer and then was shocked to see Everette with a credit score of 724.

“I must admit I was wrong about you, Everette. You are approved and because of your score you get a much better interest rate.”

“Thank you, Miss Donna. And I will say now that my intentions with Hailee are 100% pure. To me, she is wife material.”

“She indeed is, so treat her as such.”

“Believe me I will.”

“Now I will get your order ready and most of your items should be delivered later today.”

“Awesome. Would it be all right if I took Hailee to get some lunch?”

“Sure. There is a really nice sandwich shop next door if y’all want to go there.”

“Yes ma’am, we will!”

“Y’all be good.”

Holding hands, Hailee and Everette walked out of Donna’s Discount Electronics and then, began walking to the sandwich shop.

As they were holding on to each other while walking on the sidewalk, two middle-aged working-class men approached Everette and knocked him down. They then kicked him as Hailee protested, begging them to leave him alone.

One of the men shouted at Everette, “We don’t want you in our city, because of that filthy, seditious material that you write on that blog of yours.”

The other one told Hailee, “Shut the hell up, little girl. Why are you even wasting your time with him?”

“Because I have been in love with him for almost ten years!” Hailee said with tears in her eyes.

“You need a real man, not this subversive piece of trash,” The second man said as he lifted Hailee’s skirt.

Hailee then saw red, having a flashback from what her male gym teacher did to her many years ago. She smacked both of them as hard as she could across their faces, leaving bold marks on them. She then spit on both of them, repetitively, until they fled the scene, leaving Everette severely bruised and slightly bleeding.

Hailee then cradled Everette in her lap and wiped his glasses with the hem of her skirt as she called for an ambulance.

After she hung up, Everette looked up at her and spoke, “I heard what you said about being in love with me for the past ten years. Just know, that even though I just met you today, I am in love with you as well.”

Hailee kissed Everette and said, “Let’s get you some medical attention. May I ride with you to the hospital?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart!”

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One of Everette Mullen’s Story Ideas

So one of Everett Mullen’s Works of Fiction on his blog entails a twenty-twenty-two-year-old writer by night and days off and coffee shop worker as his main job. His girlfriend is an emancipated sixteen-going-on-seventeen-year-old high school dropout turned visual artist and is employed as a cashier in the coffee shop. Her parents were verbally and physically abusive but the cops condoned their ways. They would also take her paycheck from her when she did anything they didn’t like. The owners allow her to stay in the living space of a loft above their coffee shop, where she paints on her days off and works the cash register on her workdays. The owners sell her paintings for a ten percent fee and place ninety percent of the proceeds into a trust fund for her. The owners of this establishment cater to the Bohemian youth in the city, which by stark comparison has a majority population consisting of the lower middle class conservative types. Many times the young man writes stories in his girlfriend’s room and reads them to her as she paints scenes either depicting the stories or drawing upon abstract inspiration. This young man would sit in on English lectures at various colleges to pick up better grammar skills for his writing. He never officially enrolled in any higher learning institutions but was soon respected and welcomed by faculty and students, when he discussed his aspirations and ideas. His parents are lower middle class and he also has an eighteen-year-old brother who is still in high school but plans to join the military. His brother’s girlfriend is nineteen and employed as a school cafeteria worker and they are favored by the parents. When the owners find out that they are alone in that room together, they suggest marriage, to which they wholeheartedly agree and this angers the young man’s parents even more. What further anger the parents is when their older son and his new wife now have enough money to live comfortably and move into one of the nicer houses in that town and live out a Bohemian fantasy lifestyle indefinitely while their younger son has to join the military, his girlfriend works a dead-end job and they are stuck also in dead in jobs until they can draw Social Security. They are wed on her seventeenth (the age of consent) birthday and the coffee shop owners give them both a week’s paid vacation as a honeymoon present, since they are the two best workers and work well together. Usually, they travel on bicycles but together they buy a restored Volkswagen Microbus which they have detailed with vibrant colors. The local cops constantly profile this young couple. The authorities also monitor the coffee shop and nitpick about every code while giving significant breaks to the more conformist-minded businesses. Because many of the Bohemian Youth is that impoverished in this small town, they cannot afford cell phones, so they communicate on MURS which is a VHF version of CB radio, either portable rechargeable units with custom made long rugged antennas or simple mobile units for those who have vehicles. There is also some more fortunate youth who relay some of the MURS radio traffic onto social media. The cops constantly eavesdrop on them and are waiting to ensnare them for anything and everything. A local ordinance is passed banning base station antennas on residential buildings in the corporate limits of the town. They went on to ban all kinds of outdoor antennas on residential buildings as part of a kickback with the local cable TV company. Their frequency is 151.94 MHz which is MURS Channel 3 and they use this frequency because so many people born in [19]94 tend to be creative. I plan to elaborate more and more about this, but Everette Mullen inspires many oppressed Bohemian youth not only nationwide but worldwide. If I had to guess the setting for this story, it would either be in Northern Florida, Central Mississippi/Alabama, Louisiana between the US 80 and US 84 corridors, or somewhere in Georgia. I am thinking that everyone in this city is jealous of my main character and his wife because they have well-paying jobs that aren’t backbreaking, yet they never attained a formal higher education. All of the Bohemian youth in the city look to Mullen’s blog for inspiration. The main character’s mother is especially furious with him when she learns that his brother will be deployed on a combat mission, yet her older son gets to stay in his luxurious house and write fantasies that inspire youth to espouse lifestyles that are not in line with the values of their city or country. She drives over to his new house and confronts him immediately after learning the news of her younger son’s combat deployment. Mullen’s main character reminds his mother that he is unfit for military service and he is now a married man who needs to take care of his wife. The mother replies that she wishes he would have never met that girl because all she does is enable him to live out a fantasy. Mullen’s character snidely replies that is exactly why he fell in love with her because being with her is exactly like living out one of his fantasies and why can’t she just be happy for him? She says she isn’t happy because her younger son who did everything right is now in harm’s way while he lives in rebellion and encourages others to do the same lives in luxury and continuously writes garbage that is embarrassing to her. She then says how one day this fantasy will come to an end and everything will come crashing down around him. He asks her if that is what she wants. She says yes because then it will teach him to work hard for a living like everyone else around him and not take the easy way out. He then says that he and his wife have unique talents and many people from all over appreciate their work. She then says that many around here are offended by it. He replies that they are offended because they are a bunch of simple-minded bigots who idolize conformity. He goes on to say that the city mismanaged the public funds so much now that every resident must pay a hefty tax on smartphone services and that inhibits many from using one. His mom replies that the ones who are prevented from using smartphones only use them for the wrong reasons anyway. They are only supposed to use them for work-related purposes, but too many were using them to have illegal relationships and share dangerous ideas. He asks her what is so dangerous about wanting a living wage and having a decent work-life balance. She replies that working extra hard to make ends meet will keep the youth out of trouble and build character for them. The rest of us have to so they should even more. He then says that many companies in this city forbid their young employees from having social media or even blogging, and he believes that is encroaching on their first amendment rights. She then says for him to not dare talk about the constitution when he won’t fight for it. He asks, how is fighting some foreign war that has nothing to do with domestic policy fighting for the constitution? If anything this war in and of itself violates the constitution. His mom then slaps him across the face. He then tells her to get out of his house.

Mullen’s work is praised by some online but he has also received many threats from those offended by it.

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Dreams that Inspired “Blogger in a new City”

In the early parts of 2022, I decided to start work on a new story which I have titled, “Blogger in a new City.”

The inspiration for this new series of stories came to me from two dreams, one of which I had in the October of 2020 and the other I had in January of 2022.

I want to first describe the dreams that inspired this series of stories because without them, I would have never been able to come up with all of this.

So, I will now describe these dreams:

October 2020:
I just moved to a new city and am looking to purchase a home. This new city can be best described if one would have combined the two Louisiana cities Lake Charles and Morgan City. There are at least two skyscrapers, a mainline railroad with a yard to the northeast of the city, it is bordered to the southwest by a navigable lake, which is likely connected to another waterway or even is close to the sea. The railroad line separates the north and south side. The southeast side is the working class and poor section, the southwest is the rich side, with a marina for yachts on the lake, the northwest is the business and medical district and the northeast is industrialized. A branch off the mainline railroad goes to serve a port on the lake and separates the southeast from the southwest side. To the north is farmland and further north is forest. I am inside the tallest skyscraper in the city which houses real estate and banking offices among other business spaces. I am meeting with a realtor to conclude the terms of my purchase of a home located on the southeastern side of the city. The banker whom will finance my purchase is on the same floor a few doors away. My real estate agent telephones my banker and sees that all is in order, then I am handed my keys. While waiting on this process I am in the hallway staring out of a window overlooking the northeast side of the city at the railroad yard. A tornado was either in progress or had just finished wreaking havoc in that yard and there were several derailed locomotives and freight cars. I don’t remember what the freight cars looked like but the locomotives could have either been some unmolested Southern Pacific Bloody Nose locomotives or some Canadian National locomotives. I then walk to the southwest corner of the building on one of the upper floors and I look at the southwestern side of the city, seeing a tranquil sunset over the lake and several yachts docked in the marina. To my disappointment, there are no tow boats or barges near the port at this hour. If I had to guess this would take place sometime in late September or early October, due to the position of the sun at the end of the business day. Soon afterward, I woke up. It was a really neat dream.

In the next dream, I am a teenager again (age fourteen to be exact) and it begins with me being dropped off at the shopping center the night before. It is a balmy April evening and I discretely hang out in the parking lot all night until the store opens. I am shopping at the Family Dollar which is located in the Sugarland Neighborhood of my hometown (Raceland, Louisiana.) I now feel I need to be clear about this: the way that I know I am fourteen is that in the dream I am the size and height I was at that age. There are other factors that I will reveal in this piece. I am shopping for a budget-friendly stereo system, and I do see one that seems so perfect. It is a model that was sold around 2001, a GPX, I believe. This stereo system had a CD changer, an AM and FM broadcast receiver, and a cassette tape deck. Those were very popular with teenagers in 2001 but now (in 2022), I think teenagers would use Bluetooth speakers linked to their mobile devices. So much has changed in 21 years as to how young people listen to their music. I could be wrong but I don’t think Family Dollar even sells stereo systems or at least not one with the features in my dream. Because I have more than enough money, I also purchase a pocket-sized yellow flashlight which is the type of flashlight I would have EDCed at the age of fourteen. I didn’t discover tactical flashlights until I was sixteen and didn’t own one until I was eighteen. Sitting on the floor is a girl who is a few years younger than me, but appears to be crushing on me. She is wearing a red plaid skirt, a white tee shirt, wire-rimmed glasses, reddish blonde hair, and numerous freckles. She keeps looking up at me and smiling. I’m thinking this dream could have shown me what it would have been like had my fiancee` and I had met much earlier and maybe even grown up together. While I had known my fiancee` existed since December 5, 2019, I didn’t start pursuing her until early to mid February of 2022 and I didn’t know what she looked like in 2001 either. Since I was fourteen, in the dream, and if this girl was the same as the young lady who is now my fiancee`, she would have been nine-going-on-ten. Also, there is no longer a Family Dollar in Sugarland Shopping Center, much to my irritation. It became a Dollar Tree at some point but is now vacant due to a very wicked woman named Ida. Anyway, I purchase the stereo and the flashlight, then the young girl and I talk for a little while until my ride arrives. I then wake up.

I took many elements from both dreams and I combined them into the fledgling series. There are some significant modifications from the dream sequences, however.

For example, the setting non existent and is known as “Lake Morgan, Louisiana.” The characeter based on me is known as Everette Mulen and is in twenty-six-going-on-twenty-seven and the young lady, Hailee Bainbridge, is now based on my fiancee` is twenty-two. The Family Dollar was changed to be Donna’s Discount Electronics and Housewares and Donna Bainbridge is the Hailee’s mother. It is also in Lake Morgan, not the Sugarland neighborhood of Raceland, LA.

All in all, I took these two dreams and in late January of 2022, I began using them to forge my “Blogger in a new City” series. Because of all that is going on, I haven’t got much of it into text as of yet, so that is why I created this post, in order to explain how I was inspired and why certain things are the way they are.

I hope that you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened and maybe even entertained.

Thank you for taking the time to read and may God richly bless you!

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Christmas Day Part 2-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My girlfriend and I leave the house all bundled up. Hand in hand we walk around the neighborhood.

There are many houses with more cars than usual parked against the curb.

Many families must be visiting here.

We continue walking in silence but it is a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, we hear the whistle of a train.

My girlfriend asks me, “Didn’t you say you liked trains?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Then, do you want to watch it pass?”

“Is it in a safe area? I mean I revere you tremendously and would never want to bring you to a shady place.”

“Yes. It’s safe and well-traveled. There is an overpass right over the main highway a few feet from here.”

“Okay, we can go watch it then.”

“Awesome, I figured you would like that.”

We walk to the overpass and see the locomotive slowly transitioning across. The engineer sounds the bell and horn several more times and I watch the ditch lights flash.

We then see all the cars in the consist.

I watch it with great pleasure.

My girlfriend steals a kiss from me and then says, “You look so cute the way you are watching that train.”

I blush then I hug and kiss her in return.

The snow is starting to fall again so we hug even tighter.

She buries her face into my chest as I kiss the top of her head and lovingly rub her love handles.

Several motorists blow their horns at us. They must be somehow offended by our public displays of affection.

The train is now gone and we continue walking.

She continues to show me around the city, as I tell her, “I’ve always dreamed about living here because it inspires my writing so much.”

“Do you think you could read some of your work for me?”

“I would be honored to,” I pause then continue, “And just so you know, you are inspiring me to write some new material right now!”

She grabs me and steals another kiss.

I hold her close to me and kiss her in return.

We then come upon a boundary between our neighborhood and the less fortunate part of the city. In the distance, we hear gunshots and sirens.

“I think we should turn around,” I tell her.

“Yes. My roommates warned me about this area.”

So, with that, we turn around and make a beeline back to our neighborhood.

Briskly we walk until we are far enough from the boundary.

My girlfriend is getting tired and out of breath as we come upon a convenience store.

I ask her, “Would you like something to eat or drink to give you more strength?”

She simply nods.

I kiss her and then say, “Say no more.”

We walk into the convenience store and head to the deli section, then look at all the good food under the glass.

“What would you like?” I ask her.

“If you can afford it, a fried chicken meal.”

“What do you want as your sides then?”

“Some fried pickles and some macaroni and cheese.”

“Okay, I’ll get that for you.”

“You’re so sweet. What are you going to eat, though?”

“A hot sausage pattie on toast.”

“Cool!”

“And what do you want to drink?” I ask her.

“Some Pepsi from the fountain.”

“I think I’ll get that too.”

“Then only order one cup because we have free refills with that meal. Plus I always wanted someone to share a drink with, as corny as it seems.”

“Consider it done,” I tell her with a sweet kiss.

She blushes.

I then place my order and pay with my debit card, then we sit at a table.

While we wait to be served, I check my banking app on my phone and see that I now only have a few cents left in my account, but it was worth it.

In time our meal is served, then we say grace and eat.

Not only do we share our drinks but we give pieces of our meals to each other.

After we are finished, we use the restrooms and then leave on foot.

“Could you show me your new house?” She asks me.

“I sure could and I am honored that you are my first guest!”

“Then lead the way.”

Hand in hand we walk to my house.

Upon arrival, I unlock the hurricane fence, then we cut across my front yard then walk up the steps, and onto the front porch.

My neighbor is giving both of us an angry pair of eyes so we nervously and quickly go inside.

I show her around as I say, “Here it is. Not much, but at least it’s mine.”

“Your house is cute, like its owner,” She says, kissing me.

She sees my computer, and asks, “Do you think you could read to me right now?”

“Of course,” I say, then I get an extra chair and sit her in the swivel chair.

I then log into my computer then pull up the folder of text files and read to her.

She smiles at me from ear to ear as I read to her.

I do so for a few hours.

We come to a stopping point and she tells me, “Your stories are really sweet and I can somehow relate to your female characters!”

“You do remind me of my female characters, I think that is one of the reasons why I am falling so hard for you!”

“And I am falling just as hard for you!” She says as she leans in to kiss me.

We both stand up and look into each other’s eyes with passion.

She then passionately grabs me and kisses me all over my face.

I hold her close to me and gently play with her love handles.

We then begin to rub each other’s buttocks.

She then bumps me with her sexy hips, causing me to fall onto my sofa. She giggles uncontrollably as I position myself face up.

Afterward, she lays on top of me and kisses me with exceeding passion.

Our hormones begin to overpower us as she pulls down the upper parts of her dress and reveals her breasts to me, to which I say, “Good Lord, they are beautiful!”

She then rubs them in my face.

I kiss them and sweetly fondle them.

She then sits on my legs and lifts her dress to teasingly reveal her panties to me, giggling even more uncontrollably.

I am overcome with admiration and lust as I sit up and kiss her belly multiple times.

I then begin to kiss her pelvic regions to which she moans and coos.

I hug her by her waist then rest my face between her belly and pelvis as I say, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

She begins to pull down her panties and says, “If you truly feel that way, take me then!”

“Oh, baby your wish is my command!” I tell her as I too begin to undress.

We are about to become intimate when her phone rings. We also feel Divine Conviction over the sin we were about to commit and the crippling fear that we might lose each other as a result of Divine Chastisement.

The caller ID shows that it’s her roommate’s house number, so she picks up and activates the speakerphone feature.

We hear how they want her and me to come over because they have more food for us.

Realizing God gave us an escape route from sinning, we agree to go at once.

With that, we rise off the sofa, get dressed, and walk out the front door, locking it behind us.

We then head to her roommate’s house in the cold bleak weather…

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Christmas Day Part 1-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My medication has worn off and I am waking up in my girlfriend’s arms.

It is Christmas Morning and she is sleeping with her head on my chest.

I give her a gentle kiss and then just lay there.

She is slowly waking up as well and she pecks me on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby!” I whisper to her.

She smiles from ear to ear and replies, ?Merry Christmas,? Then puts her glasses on.

I hug her tightly. She moans and coos with happiness.

We exchange several kisses but then she says, “Okay, I have to potty now-my bladder is full and I’m about to burst!”

I let go and she walks to the bathroom.

I wait for her on the convertible sofa.

I then hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off.

She steps out and kisses me as she playfully says, “Did you miss me?”

I simply blush and nod. Then I kiss her in return. She hugs me and buries her face in my chest.

“Now I have to go as well!” I tell her.

“The bathroom is all yours!” She replies.

I enter the bathroom and then relieve my bladder. Then I flush the toilet and wash my hands.

She is putting away the bed of the convertible sofa as I exit the bathroom.

After she is done, she motions for me to sit on the sofa with her.

We sit close to each other holding hands and looking at the Christmas tree.

“I wish I knew you existed sooner because I would have bought you a gift for Christmas,” She tells me.

“Just give me your faith, your loyalty, and your affections!”

“Oh, as far as I can see you will always have those!”

“I too wish we would have met much sooner, though.”

“Yes, but we have each other now!”

“If you will always be this sweet, I can honestly say that you were worth the wait!”

“Aww. Thank you!” She says then kisses me.

I begin to play with her long reddish blonde hair, to which she giggles.

She pulls my face into her breasts, which turns me on immensely.

I begin to kiss her breasts and she then says, “If we go any further, it will be a sin.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to commit that sin because then God might punish us and cause us to split up.”

“I don?t ever want that, because you seem so perfect for me.”

“And I would rather have you by my side forever and not sin instead of having a few fleeting moments of pleasure with you and then lose you!”

“Just hearing you say those words makes me want you even more though!”

“We need to pray for an escape route. If it didn’t offend God so much, I would indeed make love to you!”

“Ditto!”

One of the roommates comes walking out of her room and asks my girlfriend, “Could you make us all some coffee?

“Will do.”

The roommate then asks me, “We buy a coffee and chicory blend that is quite famous in this city. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure,” I tell her.

“Boil some milk too!” She tells my girlfriend.

“I’ll help,” I interject.

My girlfriend gets two saucepans and a French press coffee maker out of the cabinets.

She then tells me, “Draw some water into one of the saucepans and pour some milk in the other.”

“Will do!” I tell her.

I turn on the kitchen tap and draw some water into the pot then I get a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and pour some milk into the other.

My girlfriend then hands me a box of matches and says, ?You?ll need these to start the stove burners.?

“Okay. I think my stove is like that too. Of course, this house reminds me a lot of my house.”

“I’d like to see your house if that’s all right.”

“Sure. I’d be honored for you to be my guest!”

My girlfriend coos again and then kisses me.

I light the stove and put the water on high fire and the milk on a low fire.

My girlfriend pours the coffee bean and chicory root grinds into the French press.

We stand in the kitchen, waiting for the water and milk to boil. It’s quite cold, so we cling to each other for warmth.

I gently rub her love handles and she rubs my buttocks.

We sweetly stare into each other’s eyes, lost in time.

Finally, the water is at a rolling boil and the milk is warm enough.

The other roommate is waking up.

“Could you make us all some French Toast?” She asks.

“Sure.” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “Pour the boiling water into the top of the coffee maker and lower the milk to the lowest setting possible.”

I pour the boiling water and am greeted with an amazing aroma of the coffee and chicory brewing.

“Could you go to the Lazy Susan and get some nutmeg and vanilla extract?”

“Sure thing, baby!” I tell her.

While I find those, she is getting a big bowl from the cabinets and beating some eggs in it. I had her the vanilla and nutmeg, to which she pours it into the mixture.

“One more thing, get me a cup of sugar, baby.”

“I’m on it,” I tell her.

I get some measuring spoons and pour a cup of sugar into the mixture.

She mixes it all, then takes the old loaf of sliced bread and dunks every piece into the mixture.

Afterwards, she takes a couple of pats of butter and drops them in a skillet.

She lights the middle burner of the stove and the butter melts.

Once the melted butter is sizzling, she begins to cook the pieces of bread.

Finally, they are all done.

She places the French Toast on a platter.

We all sit at the table and one of the roommates says grace.

My girlfriend takes a ladle and scoops some of the hot milk into the four coffee mugs, then she pours the coffee and chicory brew into the cups.

We all serve ourselves some French Toast.

As I eat, I say, “This is amazing.”

One roommate says, “You’ve got a good woman on your hands so you need to treat her right,”

“He does,” My girlfriend says.

The other roommate adds, “Yes, he does. I heard him say how he wants her by his side forever instead of just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure. Guys like that are very rare!”

I blush and smile from ear to ear.

The first roommate says, “That’s very sweet!” She then looks at my girlfriend and says, “You have a good man, so treat him right as well!”

My girlfriend and I share a sweet kiss and then go back to eating.

One of the roommates ask me, “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s awesome!” I tell her, “Never had anything like it before.”

“Well, get used to it if you’re going to live in our city!”

“I do like it here, I must admit. I knew it would be a haven for those with my illness but I didn’t think I would do this well!”

“You’re blessed-remember that!” My girlfriend tells me.

One roommate then says, “Why don’t y’all walk around the neighborhood and have fun together? We’re going to visit our family.”

“You would show me your house?!” My girlfriend says.

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Just remember to always be good to each other,” The other roommate says.

My girlfriend clears the table and we wash the dishes.

Then her roommates get in their car and leave.

We bundle up and then go for a walk…

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Christmas Eve Part 2-Second Chances

TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

The house that my girlfriend and her roommates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s roommates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other roommate comes into the living room and says, “Our roommate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I have been hurt before, as well, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box is tuned to the Music Choice Channel which plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other roommates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee-length red dress, long white socks, and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your roommates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two roommates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One roommate says.

The other one tells my girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come to get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for the progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds.

One of the roommates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next-door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next-door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the roommates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad. In fact, you should take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other roommate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex-wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the roommates then says, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet despite all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record, I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex-wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One roommate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One roommate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then dinner is served.

Happily, we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two roommates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on as you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out of the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…

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Christmas Eve Part 1-Second Chances

TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look at my Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two roommates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d like that a lot!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with much happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause and then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two roommates’ good side because I want our relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a few two-liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”

“Yay!”

“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up years ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause and then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city; there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well, you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I definitely would kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw! Well, you may kiss me as soon as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not you may, but you must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean-shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some Aqua Velva on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed and then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two roommates as a housewarming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence, and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the front of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up and then get in line to check out.

Finally, it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her roommates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and that girl are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t even dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I go up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate, and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until it’s almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her roommates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

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Making Groceries-Second Chances

MONDAY DECEMBER 23, 2019

It’s another day closer to Christmas as I wake up on my living room sofa.

I rub my eyes and then look at my watch which indicates that it is Noon.

I realize that I need to make some groceries, so I call the number on my EBT card and find out that I still have $22 of the $44 I get a month for nutritional assistance. I then walk into my utility room and retrieve my personal shopping cart.

Melinda’s Massive Superstore is about a block away from my house, so I put my jacket on and push my shopping cart out the door.

I guide it down my steps, across my front yard, and out of the gate of my cyclone fence.

Then I push it towards Melinda’s as I walk on the sidewalk.

The weather is cold and raw, but I push on.

I cut across the parking lot and finally, I enter.

The double sliding doors automatically open and I am hit with a blast of warm air.

I’m quite hungry and I know I shouldn’t shop on an empty stomach, but I have yet to put food in my new house.

First, I see the four packs of pudding on sale for eighty-nine Cents a pack. I buy five four packs of tapioca and three four packs of vanilla.

Then I go to the canned vegetables which are selling for two for one dollar. I buy four cans of green and four cans of carrots.

Next, I go to the canned meats and seafood and see that store-brand tuna fish is selling for fifty cents a can. I buy eight cans.

I then buy a loaf of the cheapest sliced bread, which is selling for one dollar and twenty-five cents. I also get a jar of store-brand mayonnaise that is selling for two dollars and ninety cents.

Finally, I go to the frozen foods aisle and see Banquet Dinners for ninety-nine cents apiece. I get a turkey with potatoes stuffing and peas for dinner. I get some spaghetti and meatballs. And I get a barbecued pork ribs dinner.

Then I walk to the checkout counter with my purchases.

A young cashier scans my items and I humbly pay with my EBT card. My new neighbor is watching me make check out. After the transaction is approved, I make a beeline back home. Finally, I am in front of my house, just as my new neighbor is pulling up onto his driveway in a truck.

I enter the gate of my cyclone fence and am cutting across my yard with my groceries. I hear the truck door of my neighbor slam loudly as he stands by the fence and yells at me with a fit of confrontational anger, “I saw you making those groceries with your food stamp card. It must be nice to sit on your butt all day and get handouts!”

I try to ignore him and walk to my steps.

I guide my shopping cart up my steps and place my groceries inside.

He shouts again, “That’s right, that’s right, go inside and eat all the food that my taxes paid for you lazy mooch!”

I lock both the storm door and the wooden door.

I’m now feeling guilty because I do have plenty though I no longer work as I take my Swiss Army Knife from my EDC backpack and use the can opener implement to open a can of tuna fish for my lunch.

Not only am I feeling guilty, but I’m also very paranoid that this neighbor might harm me. I mean he is ex-military and ex-criminal and could probably kill me with his bare hands.

I spread some mayonnaise on four slices of bread then I make two tuna fish sandwiches from that can.

I say grace, thanking God for providing me with the food, but also asking Him to protect me from that troublesome neighbor.

I eat the two sandwiches hurriedly and then I wash them down with the Pepsi from last night.

After many thoughts cycle through my head, I decide to get on my computer and write a story for my blog. I already know that the villain will be based on my hateful neighbor.

I write until the hour of Four PM. Then I get ready for church…

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Prequel-Second Chances

SUNDAY DECEMBER 22, 2019

Christmas is in a few days and my life is finally turning in the right direction.

I’m thirty-two-going-on-thirty-three and was finally able to buy a house.

It is an older wood frame house on a corner lot in the suburbs and one of the oldest houses on the block.

My house may not be the best but it’s the best I could ever dare hope for.

The reason I say this is because I get a disability pension for being schizophrenic, but my illness is well controlled with medication and therapy.

Because of this disability pension, I can pay the note on my house and all the other expenses.

I didn’t have that many possessions, so I quickly moved in.

I walk out my front door, down the steps, across my front yard, and exit through the gate of my cyclone fence.

I begin walking along the sidewalk to survey the neighborhood.

My next-door neighbor, an older man, gives me a dirty look, then spits on the ground.

I don’t even acknowledge him.

A middle-aged couple is walking and they greet me warmly.

“I don’t think we’ve seen you around here before, young man,” The woman says.

“I’m new to the neighborhood. In fact, I just moved in today,” I reply.

“What is your address?” The man asks me.

I give it to him.

“Oh, yes. There is a hateful old man that is right next door to you. Avoid him at all costs,” The woman says.

“Yes. He thinks everyone should kiss his behind because he’s a veteran, when in reality he only served in the military to avoid jail time,” The man interjects.

“Now honey, all we can do is pray for people like that.”

“You’re right darling,” The man says, then asks, looking at me, “Speaking of prayer, tell me, young man, are you a Christian?”

“Well, I haven’t lived the best life, but at least I’ve been washed by The Blood, and everyone else may give up on me but God is always right there. I love Him for that and so much more!” I reply.

“Is there any church you go to?”

“No, I moved here from out of town and was hoping to find a church.”

“We’d love for you to come to church with us,” The woman says.

“I don’t have a vehicle at the moment though.”

“We’ll be glad to drive you there, we’ll even pick you up from your house!” The man adds in.

“Okay, then I would be honored to come to church with you!”

“Great, we have an evening service tomorrow, as on every Monday and Wednesday, and, of course, the main service is on Sunday,”

The lady pulls out her smartphone and says, “We’d like your contact information.”

I give it to them.

The man also takes out his smartphone and they both enter my name and phone number.

They then give me their information and I program it into my phone.

“Well, we need to finish our exercise, but give us a buzz if you need anything at all,” The man says.

“And we will pick you up around five PM tomorrow evening for church,” The woman adds in.

“It was awesome meeting, y’all,” I say.

They both nod.

I’m getting hungry and there is no food in my house, so I walk around to find a place to eat.

I see a corner store and I enter.

I browse around until I see some microwavable jalapeno cheeseburgers, just like the ones I used to eat in my old town.

I select two of them and also a Pepsi from the soft drink fountain.

I then pay for my items with my debit card, then walk to the microwave and heat one of my cheeseburgers for thirty seconds.

When it is done, I sit at the dining table, say grace, and eat.

After eating I sip on my drink and watch the people go in and out.

I then buy two liters of Pepsi, then leave the store and head home.

Finally, I am in front of my house, so I enter the cyclone fence and cut across my front yard as my neighbor stares at me. I continue up my steps and I enter my front door, locking it behind me.

I place the cheeseburger and the Pepsi bottle in my refrigerator, then go to my living room and log on to my computer.

My home Internet service hasn’t been set up yet, so I plug my smartphone into my computer to use as a tethered modem.

I browse the Internet for a while and do some writing for my blog, mostly about my new life.

Hours pass.

I’m hungry again, so I warm up the other cheeseburger and then pour myself a glass of Pepsi.

Then I take my EDC backpack and remove the vial of Geodon from it.

The microwave beeps, so I eat the cheeseburger then take two 80 mg capsules of Geodon and wash it all down with Pepsi.

Soon enough I am sleepy and I crash on my living room sofa until Noon the next day…

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