As soon as we are born we are purposely made to cry, and instinct to breathe, sleep, suck, drink, and swallow happens almost instantly without being able to communicate any gestures or words.  Of course, daily necessities are provided by the caregiver for an infant’s survival.  Now, as we grow, we are taught small basic things for our development, survival and safety.  These small things include brushing your teeth, combing your hair, getting dressed, turning the faucet to the proper water temperature; also, washing up and so forth.  It doesn’t matter if the cloths are inside out, backwards, or the tags are still connected on the t-shirt itching the fuck out of you this becomes routine.  Routines are meant to be perfected!  Even with all this instinct, and basic knowledge nothing prepares you to become homeless.  Chronically homelessness is what I defined when I had seen an extremely dirty noticeably famished middle aged white dude pick up a Macdonald’s cup with a small corner of milkshake let inside out of the trash and suck from the straw.  This was in New York, New York, the milkshake had just been tossed in the trash by someone who had taken the trip with our group on a bus.  So, the fact is this was a hot, sticky, and crowded like atmosphere compared to Cedar Point on the 4th of July cars, and trucks congested all over the place.

I  conversated to myself, “I don’t know if it was the fresh saliva that was loosely hanging around the straw that was mixed in with small grams of food, or the fact that the milkshake had just came from chilling inside the trash.” The only thought I had in my mind was,“you nasty muthafucka.”  This wasn’t the first time my eyes had an encounter with the homeless in New York.  When we first arrived, we decided to check ourselves into a nice affordable room.  This room wasn’t nothing fancy, but as they say, “if the walls could talk.”

I began pushing on the button that controlled the radio stations.  Within minutes, it came down to either Jersey or New York, and the choice had to be hip hop.  New Jersey was the city of choice to relax, but New York’s sound was more satisfying and played more hard core raps back to back.  Here in there a love song would filter. I had almost allowed myself to forget that as a group we made plans to meet up at a bar in Jersey only two hours after we received room keys. The bar was a few blocks from the motel.  Before those plans took place, I decided to have eye to eye conversational sex with a female friend who accompanied me on this trip.  A lot of lust mixed with mixed feelings and questions whispered in her ear.  “Tell me to fuck you good,” I whispered, she responded, “fuck me good, you about to make this pussy cum, ah ohh, you feel so damn good,” slow fuckin, titty suckin, clit attention and a dose of R&B had my date running cum all over my cock.  With my erupted cock hardened pulsing on top of her tits through her hands all on top of her tongue was my cum. I loved her idea of hand made food.

This was the night of the first fight between Shane Mosley & Oscar Dele hoya. I was more interested in learning commuter logistics via bus to subway too seeing New York pussy walk down Times Square out the corner of my eye rather than watching a fight.  My Lady friend and I made it to the bar just in time for a friend of mine to ask me, “what are you drinking?”  I had instantly noticed that the bartender had slightly gained interest in either myself, my lady, or both of us.  Seconds later, I spoke and ordered two Budweiser beers.  She looked at me and she asked, “are you from up North?” I answered, “yep, Ohio.”

I spoke quietly to myself and thought, “Ohio is in the Mideast.”  We also decided on taking a few shots of brown liqueur before we began our walk to the bus stop.  Each couple decided to take their route and make plans, separately.  On our way to the planned destination, we arguable had a discussion how close and tight the houses were built next to one another.  A lot of the homes sat on a small hill, while some brownstones sat on slightly higher ones.  I was wondering about a property line, or if the houses were purchased, or rented.  Pittsburgh and Jersey are similar in this regard.  Our bus ride took us to the subway station, and the subway train took us to New York City.  By the time we actually arrived, the alcohol had taken affect, but had no effect on my motor skills.  My social skills were heightened somewhat, I was a little more respective to holding hands with my girl whenever she reached for it.  It seemed like a far commute by the directions we received to get there, and honestly the subway ride was quick and easy.  My friend and I stepped calmly off the train and my focus became on the actual tracks.  The lanes that were shut down became interesting.  Therefore, I walked to the edge to take a look.  After getting close, I finally came across what appeared to be a body curled up next to the steels bars that the train runs on.  His cloths were overly damaged, his facial skin I was unable to see because of the grime that had become part of his skin complexion.  I was bullshitting and said to myself, “that dirt can protect him against frostbite or sunburn.”  This wasn’t the winter season yet, and this wasn’t a heat wave advisory either, but this was a mid-summer day.  I never noticed a blanket, or a makeshift mattress, only concrete and trash was cushioning this man’s body.  We stood there like physicians looking at a patient that we could not help.  To clarify, I’m not saying the man needed medical treated, but that’s how we stood there as if we were separated by a glass window and couldn’t go any further.  This only lasted maybe two to three minutes and then our attention turned to taking a tour through Times Square.

After walking around looking at total strangers and eating Chinese takeout and courting one another, we decided, “enough of this and that,” as the saying goes, was over for the day.  The weirdest things began to happen once we reached the subway station.  My friend decided to tell me how see was feeling inside and this was the time when we should have had more focus on which direction and which train we need to catch.  Both of us might have gotten lost touching each other because we got lost due to riding the wrong subway.  The fucked up part is we did not realize this until we got off the train. “What the fuck”, is what I was expressing out loud!  We were still somewhere in New York City, but we took the wrong subway.  Nobody, and I mean nobody wanted to give us directions.  One particular stranger inside of the subway station finally helped us out.  This was only after we walked around for about an hour inside, and out of the subway.  Two subway rides and a bus later we were back in New Jersey.  The next day we all as a group enjoyed Jersey and New York riding around in the van we rented to make the trip with.

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Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White
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