Sydney Hopson receives the key to Conway Arkansas 3 19 2018

Jody Gets Caught Up

It is no secret to some people that know me that I served as "Jody" for many years in my early 20s. I was very popular back then in my area of the country. I figured why would I waste the time of find my own girlfriend when I could have more fun with another man's chick? Yes, I knew that it was wrong, but I was having so much fun at the time doing it. 
Moving on........ here is I got caught up. In the early 2000s, I was having an affair with this nurse off and on for nearly three years. 
What I did not know was that she was sharing our relationship with her Caucasian co-worker. Well after their relationship had dwindled, and she had moved out of the state to take another job, her co-worker found me and she wanted to see if I would be good at "snow blowing and plowing". 
This was an opportunity that I could not pass up. I had to see if I could do just that. As it turns out, this woman would eventually become the best lay that I had ever had at that point. She into all sorts of kinky toy shit. Her ass was as ripe as and apple and as soft as cotton. She was also the woman that introduced me to "The Bullet".
If you don't know what that is, you'd better ask somebody!
I messed around with her for at least a year before she slipped up and told someone about us.
In a drunk moment, she told her girlfriends about this wild black guy that she had met. Instead of being all happy for her, they pumped her for more information and then they came and found me. 
In fact, they came to my residence and confronted me about it on some old racist shit. In so many words, they talked to me about how disgusting that it was for her to be messing around with me and that I was breaking up a happy home. It was at this point that I had found out that this woman was indeed married. I told them that I didn't force their friend to do anything with me and that she was the one that actively sought me out. I also told them that if they didn't like what was going on over at their neighbor's house that they needed to close their damn blinds. After the conversation had ended, I called up this mistress and I told her that her situation was too much for me and that we had to end it.
And that very night, I truly repented to God and I vowed to never doing anything so reckless again. 
I learned some valuable lessons from all of this madness. I learned that nurses are vindictive and that you should learn to keep your mouth closed around them.
Finally, I learned that nothing fun and wild ever lasts for very long. There is always and endpoint to the fun times. 

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Time Waits For No Man

Recently, I went out to enjoy an evening of listening to music from my favorite jazz band. it was one of those events that you could bring an armchair. I had to stand out in the crowd so I brought my armchair with the footrest. Just about the time that I had gotten comfortable, I turned to my right and I locked eyes with this fine natural beauty. I gave her the " What's up" nod. She nodded back. After that I began to wait for an opening, if one at all, to speak with her. 

At the end of the night, the Disk Jockey played the hit song " Wobble" by VC. Why did he do that ?
My opportunity presented itself. The mystery lady came out and joined me and the rest of the crowd. We danced next to one another without saying a word.
A couple of minutes had gone by. Right as I turned to speak to her, I noticed that she was being lead away from what looked to be her friend.
My inner voice screamed out, "Noooo ! Wait ! "
She disappeared into the crowd and never to be seen again.
At that moment, I really wanted to curse. I had not felt this devastated since my early 20's !
I learned a value lesson in that moment. If you ever feel as if you have something to say to someone, don't waste time. Say what you have to say, because time waits for no one.
Never miss a golden opportunity to speak up.

Old Porch Conversations

When I was younger I used to love to visit Sister Carter. Sister Carter was a woman from my old neighborhood that used to do my mother's hair. What I loved about her is that she was so on fire for Christ. I used to spend countless hours on my visits with her listening to her speak. She always seemed to be impressed with me because she loved the way that I dressed and carried myself. She always told me that when she saw me that I looked like what a young man was supposed look like. She loved that I believed in wearing belts and such.
At the end of our visits she would always give me a hug and say " Stay with the Lord !"
She went to be with the Lord a few years after I had graduated from college. I miss her dearly. Every now and then I will drive by her old house as a reminder of the conversations that I used to have with her on her porch.

Funny Lessons Learned From Mary Jayne:

When I was around the age of 22 my sister had just turned 18. it was during these times that we began to hang out with one another as young adults. She was finally able to get into the nightclubs with me. It was then that she started to share her men stories with me. She once said to me, " Rickey, sometimes I wish that I wasn't so attractive, because I always get these men with stank breath in my face that always seem to want to use "H" and " P" words !" It was at that moment that I started to be a little more sympathetic to women. It also caused me to come more correct on my approach as well. 
I am so thankful that I was blessed with sisters.

Taxi Cab Nightmare

Recently, my car blew a head gasket. Therefore, I had to become dependent on the local cab companies for transportation. 
I had plans to go to a funeral for a friend of the family. First, I needed to go to Wal-Mart for a few items for the house.
I called the cab company. I waited for about 20 minutes before they showed up. When they arrived, they did so in an unmarked gray Hyundai. When I opened the rear passenger door, it had stains on the back seat, the floor had not been vacuumed, and it smelled like a wet dog. 
I asked the driver why the car had no signs on it. She said that recently cab drivers had been robbed and they didn't want to be identified as cabs. 
I then proceeded to ask them about the ungodly stench of the vehicle. She said that sometimes that a lot of their passengers don't shower, hence the smell. I didn't believe them because the driver themselves did not look sanitary.
I talked about them until I reached my destination. I was just that upset. 
When I tried to call them back, they did not answer. So I was forced to walk home, in my suit, in the rain. 
I ended up missing the funeral. 
The moral of this story is this:  
Whenever you are at the mercy of needing a ride from someone, sometimes it is best that you suffer through your discomfort in silence.
If not, you might end up stranded and forced to hoof it in an inclement weather situation.