Rotten Bananas IV

-“Rebeca was her name. She was the sweetest gal I’ve ever met. I remember that she used to bring me warm clothes and toiletries, and always something hot and delicious home cooked.
I recall that I would ravenously devour that food and it tasted like manna from heaven.
In turn, she would expertly devour my cock.” Jose mused with a faraway look.

-“So, how is it that she knew that you were in prison, and that she came to help you get out of there?” Charlie asked with skepticism.

-“I had been there for about three weeks, debilitated and sick as a dog. I had been beaten, and I was coughing up flem, wiping the running mucus with the caked sleeve of my shirt.
I had lost ten pounds in that stretch of time; in thanks to a bout with chronic diarrhea- they occasionally served rotten food!

Anyways, to summarize...I asked a new buddy whom I had saved from getting gang raped, since you know the cute boys are inserted into this facility in a peculiar way, upon arrival.
He therefore owed me. I asked him to ask his girlfriend to deliver a message from me to Rebeca.
In my feverish state, the only one I could think of was her because she was so cool, and I desperately needed help.

With antibiotics, I was able to arrest my severe coughing and sneezing.
When I was well again, I started bathing with icy cold water being the only option. Although in truth I would wash only the necessary parts of the anatomy with a wash cloth and soap provided by Rebeca.

I asked her to contact some business contacts…to get me a good lawyer and a review of my case. As you know the court system there is crooked in general. One can buy a lawyer or a judge with the right connections and affluence.”

-“Just like that you were able to get out of prison?” Charlie asked with mild curiosity.

-“Let’s just say that I had to sell my soul to the Devil in return. I was able to shorten my stay in purgatory, and went to repay my heavy debt. I was transferred to their Peruvian base and made a lot of money with high caliber deliveries for them, not bull shit envelopes. But guess what? I invested two-thirds in Clae which offered a 100% return investment.

-“Who is Clae?”

-“Son of bitches’ investment firm. They took the savings and most of the money of Ten Thousand people, with the promise of huge dividends. They initially paid investors a healthy return which fed the frenzy to want to invest with them.

Some invested their whole life savings; they sold their homes, cars to invest with these motherfuckers. This happened in 1988, I was almost wiped out.

I used what little I had left to get a new identity and passport, and headed to Mexico. There my business contacts were able to transport me comfortably into the United States, can you believe as if nothing? A customs official just looked the other way.” Jose said with mild cynicism.



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Rotten Bananas III

-“Well Charlie, all I can say is that the world is a big beautiful place, with lots of beautiful women inhabiting it.

One woman should not be enough to destroy your life over.
But, considering your experience, you might agree with me that the most sincere, and satisfying women are the prostitutes.

They are not out to get your soul and drag it to hell for all eternity. They’re simply experts at fucking, without the bullshit games. Some even disperse pseudo-love as a bonus too.
In my time I’ve become quite attached to a few – literally and figuratively speaking of course.

Like most people, I’ve had my heart broken when I was a young man. That was the motivation I need to leave my small province, and want to see the world. I’m from the Pacific Coast, so I smuggled into one of the huge cargo ships, to where ever it would go.

I was able to stay hidden in the bowels of the ship; I had taken provisions for this.
So my ship lands in Argentina, where I am discovered when leaving my hiding post. Immigration and Custom officials asked me for documents, I said to them I have nothing to give you, nor money to pay.
I am kept for a few days, and they ask me where I wanted to go since I cannot stay there. I said anywhere, and they put me in a cargo ship heading to Colombia.

There is where I started my life as a sailor, and saw the world. I made a lot of money as a special courier, which allowed me to consort with the most beautiful women money can buy.

I lived in high style at every port, and I tell you brother each woman from a different region varies in looks, speaking manner, passion, and even taste depending on the diet of the region.
All I can say is that variety is a good thing.

Anyway, with time all wounds heal. The girl who broke my heart when she chose another over me, eventually became a distant memory of the past.

-“Sounds like you had a blast, let’s toast to that!” as they clicked whiskey bottles.
“So how did you end up in this dumpster Jose?”

-“Well, I was doing the courier service on the side, from my base in Colombia. I never opened the large envelope I was given to deliver. I simply did it and I was paid a Thousand dollars cash upon delivery.
I was doing it more frequently, and eventually I was caught.

I did some prison time Charlie, and I disagree with you that one can acclimate to living incarcerated. The one I was in was not for living; it was worst than a corral for pigs.
In a place like that, only money and your guardian angel can keep you alive – humanity and life are worth nothing.

We had no private cells; just inflatable mattresses scattered in one common room.
With the sea midst off the coast, one awoke to a damp, wet mattress shivering without coverlets of any sort.
Anything one needed such as clothes, food, medicine, and even a cell you had to pay for.

The ones doing hard time had to buy real state. The cost was $2,500 for a tiny cell. A lot of people developed respiratory problems due to the coastal midst and lack of warmth, but you would not be treated or given medicines, unless purchased.

A lot died there from malnutrition, pneumonia, or tuberculosis, which sadly spread rapidly among the others.

Food was just a handful of crap to entertain your stomach. But if you wanted vegetables, fruits, meat, one had to pay for it, or have someone bring it in from outside.

I had no one to do this for me, yet you know who helped me survive that stint and eventually get out?"

-“Who?” asked Charlie expectantly.

-“A prostitute I had known. She had a heart of gold and incredible teats. I always remember her fondly to this very day."





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Rotten Bananas II

-“Once upon a time Jose, I had it all.

I had a pretty wife, a small cozy home, and a good job.
What else could I ask for -- perhaps a few kids? What I was not aware of then, was that I was a chimp.
It’s my fault too in a way. I refused to acknowledge what was evident to others.”

-“Why were you a chimp Charlie?”

-“Cause I was – I am. Look at me now. I am happy to score rotten bananas from the trash bins of the Central Market. Anyways, I did everything I was supposed to do – and more.
I paid all the bills; I would even clean the house, cook, and iron her uniform while she went to school to be a nurse. She had nothing to worry about besides her studies.

So, after she graduated, right away I saw how she changed. It was as if she was more important now, better somehow now that she was making more than me.
It started with her co-worker, another nurse picking her up for carpooling. He would visit also on days off, and they would exclude me and others from their conversations, or be on the phone on other occasions.

Anyways, one day my back was acting out, so I came home early from work. Everything is normal, until I see his car in the driveway. Something made me park out in the street and come in quietly. As I walked the long corridor to our bedroom, I could make out the grunting sound, like wild animals behind the closed door.

My heart was racing, and I almost felt lightheaded as my sweaty palm softly opened the door, just an inch or two. What I saw is something I will never forget Jose.

I saw that my loving wife was on her knees, getting fucked vigorously from the rear.
Her expression reflected on the closet mirrors doors, was one of excruciating pain, mingled with ecstasy. She was getting reamed like a common whore -- my own wife!

I was stupefied and rooted on the spot; It was shocking and disgusting to see how she was getting ridden like a mare in heat. Yet, I lost it when the nurse yelled to her 'You’re my bitch!' as he soundly slapped her ass while he sodomized her." Charlie said this with barely contained rage.

-“What did you do then?” Jose asked incredulously.

-“Like I said, I lost it. I wanted to tear his head off, and separate them. With a war cry I kicked the door in and jumped on the bed, and we became a circus of three. I delivering punches everywhere, I was so enraged that I was seeing red.

It was disgusting Jose. They were not even using condoms for anal sex!
This infuriated me even more, as the insulated small room took a surreal odor of sweat, raw passion, rage and shit.
So anyways, after I unplugged those two, I smashed his nose in. The bitch came out to defend him and started ridding on my back like a banshee and scratching my face.

Even though my back was out of whack, I was able to indiscriminately deliver the punches, even hitting her in the process.
The closet mirror doors cracked even when I grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the mirrors over and over, until I almost knocked him unconscious and smeared his blood all over those.

In summary, I was arrested for domestic violence and aggravated assault. She put a restraining order against me, and I was barred from my own home. So, I let it go. I let everything go Jose. I was a mess and I could not produce at work. I lost my job, as well as my faith in God and humanity.

For a long time I harbored these dark fantasies of revenge. Curiously not towards her, but towards him. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. He had taken everything that I loved from me.
I had already been to jail anyways. It's not that bad in there after you acclimate." Charlie said with an eerie glint on his face.

-"I don't agree with you on that one Charlie, but tell me, did you take revenge?"

-"The only thing that would calm the rage consuming me like acid was the crutch of a drink. Eventually that was all I needed. I was lost in oblivion of drunkenness. Other times I simply curled up and cried like a baby.

So, I did not take revenge partly because sometimes I blamed myself too, and wondered if I had not been man enough for her. But I think that it was her own vanity that did her in. And what goes around, comes around anyways. He was married too, eventually he left her and stayed with his wife.

So, what’s your story Jose?” Charlie asked as he leaned back to rest comfortably on an improvised pillow of a trash bag.




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Rotten Bananas

His eyes bulged like plump olives, accompanied with an expression of stark horror exalted on his face; which was rapidly changing to a hue of red.

- “Oh my God Charlie! What’s the matter buddy?” Asked Jose with genuine concern

Charlie could not formulate a reply; he was able only to grunt like a primate, while he thought that this was the end.

For what seemed an interminable moment, which traveled in slow motion, Charlie was panicked that his time had possibly come to an end. As miserable as his life was, he did not want to die now -- not this way. Charlie was able to swallow the knot of chow mien noodles which had obstructed his esophagus.

- “You see? That’s what you get for eating like a pig Charlie. Are you OK?”

Tears blurred his vision, as saliva started to accumulate and slither down the corners of his mouth. The trickle of tears created an irrigational system mapping his dirt-streaked face.

- “I was starving; I had not eaten since yesterday morning. I should have not greedily stuffed my face. But for a second there, I thought that I was a goner and it scared me. I think when one is about to depart, one does not want to let go. I would have died all alone here on the street, my body just another lump of waste to discard of properly.” Charlie said dejectedly.

- “What about me? You got me, I’m your friend!” Jose said reproachfully.

- “I know buddy, but you could have attempted to save me you know with the Heimlich maneuver. Anyways, having you as a buddy is great. But I feel so sad that no one who loves me would see me depart.”

- “Oh man, you are born alone, and one will die alone. Or you expect like the ancient tribes, that your wives will be sacrificed and join you in death? You’re a sentimental old fool!”

- “That I am a homeless fool does not make me inhuman dude. I don’t need a lot of stuff, but I still have feelings. You see Jose, once I was loved, and loved in return. And although life may harden, and embitter one, the only moment I felt alive and life full of wonder was when I was in love.

- “Love? My belly needs food and drink. If I’m shivering cold at three am, I need a jacket to cover me. That is what I need. Money too to buy me love anytime my friend. Hard cold cash does not let you down, where is your love now?” Jose said with a glint of avarice.

Charlie wiped the drool and tears with remnants of a white paper bag. This made his face appear cleaner and serene. His eyes took a misty quality, as he scanned the vaults of his memory.



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Reflections

Yesterday, while conversing about inconsequential matters, someone commented that I have the saddest eyes.

I guess the eyes are the windows of the soul.


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Manuel

Manuel


As Christmas approaches my thoughts are drawn to him
Soft-spoken, respectful, I enjoyed joking with him
Perhaps that lightened the burden of his monotonous, hard labor
I think it is no coincidence we’ve met on the street


The economy is bad I know; he is out in the cold
Forced to become a day laborer with hardly any results
Desperation forcing him to come with wife and daughter in tow
Begging for rent and food money, to be shown the door -- almost empty handed


He’d just gotten out of the hospital diagnosed with a hernia
Due to the bestial heavy labor of the past thirteen years
By chance we met one afternoon a few days later
I registered the alcohol in his breath; while he clutched a paper bag


The scent of desperation permeated like subtle cheap perfume
It was sad to see a proud, quiet man drinking away his sorrows
Remember when I advised you to acclimate to this country?
And to learn the language which is a necessity


I asked if he had a cell number to see if I could find something
He said with his growing family, he could not afford it
Evaluating his situation, I advised him on rental rights and legal options
When parting I said, operate on survival mode instinct


As Christmas nears, I ponder that a family will soon be homeless
With a baby in tow needing milk and diapers
Out in the cold, Nomads looking for shelter
Who will take pity on them on this Christmas eve?


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Rebirth

Rebirth



My eyes are dark and intense
I'm an old soul restricted by limited capacities
I’ve had to return to deal with outstanding debt
The lights are too bright; the noises too shrill
I miss the warm cocoon I was nestled in


With time I master my motor skills
My strong temperament is evident even since
From the start I long for love and nourishment
Hard to come by lost among the herd
I perceive that something is amiss


I feel the antagonism among those close to me
This scares me very much
The arguments, yelling, and suffering
Why oh why bring someone into this earth
Just my luck I have to endure this


Oh well, I muse as I hope someone cleans me up soon
At least one good thing to look forward to
I am impatient to find my soul mate again
Roaming this earth while paying his debt
Will we instantly recognize each other when we meet?


Or perhaps too late?
conditioning selecting our prospective mates?
forcing one to love someone dear as air from afar?
Surely that would be a colossal fine to pay
For love makes the perilous journey all the worthwhile

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