RyanInDaDesert / Man In Da Sand

Ryan's Bite

The South Side

The

Journey

From

The

South

Side

North

Was

Always

In

Some

Way

Interesting.

Then

On

Certain

Dayz

Just

Plain

Outrageous.

Today

Was

One

Of

Those.

I

Decided

To

Cut

Over

From

44th

And

6th

West

Past

The

Pawn Shop.

From

There

I

Proceeded

North

Behind

Food

City

To

The

Neighborhood

Then

Coming

Up

Out

Of

The

Neighborhood

To

33rd

Then

Up

And

Over

To

South

6th Avenue.

I

Was

About

Four

Blocks

Into

The

Neighborhood

Heading

North.

As

I

Approached

The

5th

Block

I

Felt

A

Vibe.

Vibes

Are

An

Integral

Part

Of

My

Life

On

A

Nano

To

Nano

Basis.

For

Vibes

Have

Been

The

Main

Ingredient

Regarding

My

Continuous

Daily

Occurrence

Of

Exhaling

CO2

On

This

Treacherous

Planet.

I

Casually

Glanced

25 Degrees

To

My

Left.

Thank You Vibe.

There

Stood

Over

Waist

High

Thick

And

Built

Four

Wild

Street

Pit Bull Dogs.

All

Bout

A

Year

Old.

These

Beasts

Were

All

Standing

Tall

Over Waist High.

They

Were

White

Tan

Grey

And

Mixed

With

Black

Spots.

Then

One

Was

All

White

With

A

Big

Black

Spot

Covering

His

Left

Eye.

Adding

Character

As

It

Were.

I

Proceeded

Forward

Then

Looked

Again

Left.

Seemingly

This

Team

Of

Pups

Were

Walking

My

Way.

Their

Determination

In

Their

Pursuit

To

Check

Me

Out

Was

Relentless.

Upon

Their

Approach

They

All

Took

Up

Their

Decided

Positions.

The

First

Pit

Positioned

Himself

Directly

In

Front

Of

Me.

Actually

In

My

Direct

Path.

The

Second

Pup

Positioned

Herself

On

My

Left

Flank.

The

Third

Escort

Walked

Around

Me

Taking

His

Position

To

My

Right

Flank.

Spot Eye

Picked

Up

My

Rear

Flank.

I Did Not Stop My Walk.

My

Escorts

Just

Calmly

Fit

Themselves

In

Cadence.

There

I

Was

As

It

Were

Walking

In

The

Middle

Of

A

South Side Hood Street

Chaperoned

By

My

Newly

Acquired

Friends.

At

This

Point

We

Walked.

I Talked.

Softly.

Very Calmly.

Telling

These

Pups

How

Beautiful

They

Were

And

How

Damn

Big

They

Were.

Forget

For

A

Moment

They

Were

Very

Large Pit Bulls.

They

Were

Absolutely

Some

Of

The Biggest Dogs

I

Had

Ever

Seen.

So

We

Walked

And

Talked.

After

Four

Blocks

I

Commented

To

My

Newly

Assigned

Escort Troops

How

Big

They

Were.

That

They're

Doggie

Parents

Must

Be

Very

Large

As

Well.

I

Inquired

At

That

Point

As

To

Where

Were

Their

Momz

And

Popz.

That's When I Caught It.

On

A

Front

Lawn

Inclining

Upwards

At

About

20 Degrees

Stood

For

Sure

The

Biggest

Damn

Pit Bull Dog

I

Had

Ever

Seen.

Mom.

Mom

Figured

What The Hell.

She

Joined

In

On

This

Bazaar

March.

Mom

Took

Up

My

Right

Flank.

I

Told

Her

She

Was

Surely

Big.

I
Said
Popz
Had
To
Be
As
Big
As
Well
Or
GOD Forbid
Bigger.

Just

As

The

Period

Appeared

On

My

Vocal

Sentence

There

He

Was.

Approaching From The Right.

For

Sure

Without

A

Doubt

He

Was

Big

Dog.

He
Joined
The
Rag
Tag
Parade.

We

All

Walked

On

For

Another

Block

Me

And

The

Entire

Dog Famdamily.

Out

Of

The

Wild Blue

Big Pup

In

Front

Hit

The

Deck

Rolled

Over

And

Started

Licking

My

Legs.

Then

Sister

And

Brothers

Joined

In

This

Wild

Crazy

Street

Love

While

Momz

And

Popz

Looked

On.

After

A

Few

Minutes

Of

Love

They

All

Approached

Me

To

Receive

Some

Serious

Behind

The

Ear

Petting.

Then

Just

As

They

Approached

Me

They

All

Disbanded

And

Went

Their

Various

Ways.

Then

Exhibiting

A

Choreographed

Cheerleader

Move

They

All

Looked

Back

And

Nodded

Their

Heads

To

The

Right

As

If

Signaling

Farewell.

I

Looked

Up.

I

Muttered

To

HIM.

Uh

Huh.

Walking

With

Wild

Street

Pit

Bulls.

You

For

Sure

Trippin

LORD.

Then

In

A

Quick

l

Lickety

A

Strong

Desert

Breeze

Brushed

It's

Sweetness

Over

Me

Followed

By

Three

Butterflies

Passing
Directly
In
Front
Of
Me
And
Just
To
Make
Sure
HE
Was
Clear
A
Black
Bird
Descended
Before
Me
Screeching
His

Have A Good Day Buddy.

I

Proceeded

To

32cd Street

Then

Cut

Over

To

South 6th Avenue.

As

I

Made

My

Way

North

Up

South

6th

Avenue

Approaching

31st Street

I

Noticed

On

The

East

Side

Corner

On

6th

Avenue

And

31st

Street

Three

Young

Mexican

Men

Seventeen

To

Eighteen

Years

Old

Standing

There

Like

Securing

That

Particular

Part

Of

The

Tarmac.

These

Teenagers

Were

Dressed

In

Red Nike's.

Red Bandannas.

Can

Ya All

Spell.

'Bloods'.

With

These

Young Men

Were

Two

Very

Beautiful

Young

Mexican

Girlz.

Sixteen/Seventeen

Years Old.

I
Continued
North
On
South
6th.

I

Always

Walk

Opposite

Of

The

Traffic

Flow.

As

I

Approached

30th

One

Of

These

Young

Ladies

Made

Her

Approach

Towards

Me.

Crossing

South

6th

To

My

Side

Of

The

Street.

As
She
Grew
Closer
To
What
I
Call
My
Meet
And
Greet
Space
I
Said;

"Yo señorita aplogize. no soy un perspectiva bueno."

For My Single Lingual Readers. Defined:

"I Apologize. I Am Not A Good Prospect."

Young

Girl

Positioned

Herself

To

My

Right

Without

A

Word

Fell

In

Lock

Step

With

Me.

The

Time

Was

08:45.

Sunday

Morning.

We

Walked

In

This

Manner

Silent

For

The

Three

Blocks.

Without

Any

Props

Out

The

Wild

Blue

This

Beautiful

Young

Girl

Said

To

Me;

"¿Tiene algún licor?"

For My Single Lingual Readers. Defined:

"Do I have any liquor"?

"No, te puedo asegurar que no lo haga. ¿No es demasiado joven para beber licor. Así que es muy pronto."

For My Single Lingual Readers. Defined:

"No, I Sure Don't. Are You Not Too Young To Be Drinking Liquor. As Well It Is So Very Early".

"Hace que vaya más rápido"

For my single lingual readers. Defined:

"It Makes It Go Faster".

"Que quiere decir los hombres y todas los repeticiones?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined:

"You Mean The Men And All The Repetition"?

"Si"

We Walked On For A Bit.

"Se puede orar por mí?"

For My Single Lingual Readers. Defined:

"Will You Pray For Me"?

"Sí. Rezaré por usted. ¿Cómo se llama usted?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined:

"Yes. I Will Pray For You. What Is Your Name"?

"Mi nombre es Monique."

For My Single Lingual Readers. Defined:

"My Name Is Monique".

"Para que Monique. Que Dios los bendiga."

For My Single Lingual Readers. Defined:

"For Sure Monique. God Bless You".

With

That

Monique

Trailed

Off

East

Across 6th

Avenue.

I

Turned

Right

Off

South

6th

Avenue

West

Up

South

28th

Street.

I

Walked

Another

10 Steps

Up

South

28th.

My

Tears

Started

To

Hit

The

Hot

Tarmac

Like

Exploding

Mortars.

I

Looked

And

Said

Through

The

Torrential

Onslaught

Of

Tears.

LORD GOD ALMIGHTY

Please

Oh

GOD

Please

Intercede

And

Find

This

Young

Lady.

Save

Her

LORD.

Oh

GOD

Please

Save

Her".

Can't

Say

How

Long

I

Stood

There

Begging

My

LORD GOD ALMIGHTY

To

Save

This

Beautiful

Young

Girl

From

The

Spoils

Of

War.

Tears

Finding

This

Keyboard

As

I

Type.

The

Treacherous

Wicked

World

For

Now

Safely

At

Bay.

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