In and out of the Club

After a wild night in the clubs, I found Cory again and he lead to drama. Pride was also on the horizon.....

The bar had a nice crowd: not too big and not too small.

“You showed up. I didn’t think you would.”

“I always keep my word.”

“Lets go over to the Mineshaft.”

The Mineshaft was the notorious a Bear bar. A Bear was a hairy, thick or fat gay gentleman. Usually, the Bears danced together, rubbing their bellies against one another. They were not all packing kegs under their tight T-shirts. Some of the bears were tall athletes who could hold their own in a scrum. They were not very aggressive, if they liked you their basic conversation would end with a compliment. How one reacted to the compliment would be a precursor for their night. They were mostly there for the Twinks, whom they spoiled with drinks and attention.

     Without fail, always at the nearest pool table was the Transsexual pool shark. Playing Nine-ball in Silver stilettos was an art in itself. He destroyed all who approach his table. He pushed back his long bang, while lining up a Corner shot. It had the best music on Broadway behind the Falcon. The clubs system had a booming, thunderous stereo system and a hip DJ

      The three of us showed our ID’s to the older Dred who seemed to glow in the interior blue light. We were greeted by a medium height, bald, chubby Samoan dude with a small bread beard.  I never saw a gay Samoan in my life. It was like discovering an Albino Alligator. I sat on a stool, while they talked. My Samoan gal made the introductions. 

     He asked me if I was gay. I told him no. He then asked me how did I know about the Mineshaft. I told about being inside with the Doc a few months before. He shrugged his shoulders, for some reason told me there was a cook out and gave me his number to call if I wanted to attend. I took the number but never called. We toasted shots and ordered more drinks.

     My female Samoan friend whispered in my ear that she wanted me bad but she had to tell me a secret. I listened interested; I loved secrets, sweet candy for the ear canal.

What words would she share?

“I’m married.”

     That changed the game. I loved women and the honey they held and shared when their interest was piqued. But marriage wasn’t a line I crossed.

“Do you have kids?”

“Yes a boy and a girl.  My Husband is a white man. My kids look Polynesian.”

Well so much for cheating being owned by the male species.

“So where is he now?”

“He’s at home. He lets me out when I want. He does not care. He lets me do my thing.”

     She felt the vibe change.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like to step in the middle of that.”

“I understand but I really want you.”

     I was flattered and it was difficult to turn the morality button off. Drunk, yes I was. Womanizer, yes when I could them. Sex fiend again when I could get it.

      Adultery was not my sin of choice either was stealing. I pictured a man much like my father, sitting at home watching a sporting event or collecting stamps feeling everything was alright. He had provided a good life for his family and the wife was at some job function or sex toy party. He probably would’ve never suspected his spouse picking up Heterosexual men in gay bars. We left drunk and they dropped me off at the bar we first met. I was going to walk, but they insisted on the ride. I got out and told the Samoan we would talk later. She text me a few more times, but I put her off.

     I stayed in the sports bar for a few minutes, but wasn’t feeling the vibe, so exited and made a left west on Broadway searching for Cory or Ty. I made it back to the Briton and found Cory outside engaged in an intense conversation with the bouncer. Cory was five three at best and the bouncer was heavy set and about six five.

“You can’t come in! You have been banned dude!”

“What the f**k man! You’ll can do me like that!”

“Leave or I call the cops!”

Again, I took Cory and we walked up Broadway toward the Sweetwater.

“Man f**k them! They are haters!”

“Where is Ty tonight?”

“Man f**k that n***a!”

     We made it to the Falcon thirty minutes before it had let out. Cory weaved his way through the mass of people leaving. He turned on his charm and put on a show.

“Lets get something to drink.”

     We walked over to the store across the street and went inside. This time I didn’t say I would buy Cory anything. I went to the back and grabbed a Four Lokos, wanting to do damage to the world. I went to the counter to pay and Cory had thrown on seven dollars work of candy. I raged inside but was more embarrassed.  I had been taken for granted again. I paid for the candy and the drink. Cory saw a young, thin college aged white man outside in the parking lot. They man small talk and Cory had managed to get the man’s phone.

“I got this. It’s mine now!”

“Give me back my phone Cory!”

     The man wined out loud bringing attention to both of us. Cory ran through the parking lot with the man’s phone in his hand. The owner chased him desperately yelling.

“Naw man! It’s my phone now!”

    The act enraged me slightly.

How could it be your phone when you stole it?

“Come on man. Give him back his phone. You’re bringing too much heat.”

“I got this big Homie.”

“Give the man back his phone.”

    Cory slowed and the man caught him, snatcheding his phone back. He turned and left the lot.

“Hey man don’t bring that stuff to me. I don’t want trouble.”

“Come on man I was just trying to get the phone man.”

     He tried to explain further, but I shook his hand and walked off. I was drunk and already angry about the candy episode. I returned to the Villa. I had enough and the night seemed empty. Married women and phone thieves, I went to visit the back of my eyelids.

 

     Long Beach had one of the largest gay and lesbian populations in the country. The city's Gay Pride Parade, which went down nearby Ocean Blvd, was the second largest in the United States, and was the second largest event in Long Beach.

     That was what Wikipedia wrote. Locals called it the Gay Ghetto or Broadway Corridor. Pride was on the Horizon like a great storm. The posters and flyers were posted throughout the city as Rainbow flags waved in the gently ocean breeze. I finished On the Road and was reading the Subterranean. The vibe around Broadway was filled with festive electricity.

     I stopped by the coffee shop to do so last minute editing before sending of my novel Exodus to a

 interested publisher in San Diego. I sat toward the window then saw the African price, frowning man and the laughing driver again, sitting inside clean and buffed, sipping on coffee engaged in conversation. Scanning the interior, with contempt, as though the present demographic was below their standards, and in reality maybe it was

Author's Note

It's been awhile but comments and suggestion are wanted. Or just read it for fun...

Reviews

[audrie]

Wow! This was awesome! I really liked these lines especially - "I never saw a gay samoan before. It's kind of like discovering an albino alligator"

" I like secrrets -sweet candy for the ear"

"Married women and phone thieves - I want to visit the backi of my eyelids"
cant wait to read more - I'll look the chapters up - thanks for the good read

[Judas Hammer]

Thank you. I'm glad you stumbled upon me. You made me smile and gave me the extra energy to complete this work. Blessing too you. Thank you again.

[Astro]

Loving it JH, the bit about the "like finding an albino alligator." Priceless! The way you go on to show the way people are perceived and how they take advantage of each other is keen and to the point. Great balance between the depravity and the honorable with the marriage and theft lines. No matter where it all leads, you will find a line following your every word. Great stuff so far.

[Judas Hammer]

thank you astro. This is where the novel takes the turn, nice to see you back. Thank for the read and the positive review.

[Astro]

Can't wait to journey forth, good luck with the writing.

[Dayran]

A cool and casually flowing write that depicts life's choices and its encounters. A story that whirls around the life of the writer dude ... slowly penetrating his defenses ... and revealing his attitudes and lifestyle. It could do with depth of personality ... some background ... past history ... relations ... father ... etc. It'll add depth to the write.

[Judas Hammer]

thanks for the advice.....i will use it. again thanks for the read.

[Leslie Philibert]

Looked at this, good write....

[Judas Hammer]

Thank you my friend