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Thread: Crazy Love, The Odyssey of the Master Po.

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    Listening to Rihanna on VD ..lol... seems to fit the late hour. It's been a long time since I've been on here, just about forgot my password. Thank god I remembered, it seemed fitting to read some of my postings and realized I've come a long way. For those that remember me, I was in busted up pretty bad with my breakup. I haven't been with anyone new, probably a very good thing.

    For those that are in dire throes and searching for answers, it does pass and the pain goes away. Small comfort but there it is, I said it.

    I got alot on my mind, writing here used to work out the issues and I'm hoping it still does.

    It's late, I have to work in a few hours so I should probably sleep. Be up early working side gigs, one is orange orchard trimming trees and the other at a horse ranch. I like them both but they pay very little, mostly barter and all the horse time I want. I take two horses out into the deep desert, it's cool now so do-able but in a matter of weeks it'll be dangerously hot. I wish I had discovered this riding gig awhile back, nothing like riding to clear the soul and mind. Probably should go armed as I run into people way out there, some hiding and some sketchy. Border patrol almost always hails me down and I get interviewed, no big deal but it did make me angry at first.

    What to write about.. no clue just wanted to write. Read a good book, Rogue Lawyer, and it got me moving and thinking again. Love that about books.

    Write some more later. I think maybe... something paranormal. Sure why not. LOL

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    Can't sleep. I figured it was time to start a new project, something memorable. I have a book in mind, a cowboy book set in the early 70's. Back when rodeo was a way of life and rodeo tramps made a living crossing the country. I knew those guys, knew them well because rodeo is a very small world or was back then. Many colorful characters, people should know about them and their adventures - good and bad. How to go about it though? Start in the middle and run both ways? I don't know. I'll just get it started and see it come to life.

    So now I'm torn.. which tale to flesh out? I'll have to think about it.

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    Broke. Absolutely broke. Well, not totally I had a few quarters inside a jar, a jar somewhere in my disorganized table desk. I mentally calculated I could go two days without food. Drink water and keep busy, once the hunger pains subsided, the experience wasn't so bad. I felt it might be a 20 lb loss, weight comes to me quickly but involuntary hunger disappears it fast - sadly to include muscle. Oh well, life was getting easier, why go that route eh?

    Tomorrow I would go for a walk, no particular direction just walk early in the morning and lay up midday. The temp was in the 100's, dangerous weather but only if you forget to hydrate. I passed through transient areas, most were empty but the belongings said eyes were watching from somewhere. I kept my pace, looking away and feigning disinterest. No sense in starting something or causing undue stress.

    I'm not sure what I was looking for, certainly not a job or food. Hunger I suppose has it's own compass and it's reins dragged me through the older parts of town and down into the steamy river bottom.

    As I moved through the thick willows and swarms of insect..................tbc

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    Originally Posted by MasterPo
    Broke. Absolutely broke. Well, not totally I had a few quarters inside a jar, a jar somewhere in my disorganized table desk. I mentally calculated I could go two days without food. Drink water and keep busy, once the hunger pains subsided, the experience wasn't so bad. I felt it might be a 20 lb loss, weight comes to me quickly but involuntary hunger disappears it fast - sadly to include muscle. Oh well, life was getting easier, why go that route eh?

    Tomorrow I would go for a walk, no particular direction just walk early in the morning and lay up midday. The temp was in the 100's, dangerous weather but only if you forget to hydrate. I passed through transient areas, most were empty but the belongings said eyes were watching from somewhere. I kept my pace, looking away and feigning disinterest. No sense in starting something or causing undue stress.

    I'm not sure what I was looking for, certainly not a job or food. Hunger I suppose has it's own compass and it's reins dragged me through the older parts of town and down into the steamy river bottom.

    As I moved through the thick willows and swarms of insect..................tbc
    ..swarms of insects, biting flies so there must be some cows or horses here about. About half hour later I got my answer, big dairy cows. I know that because I stumbled upon a poached one, with the poachers standing around looking at me. I moved quickly, got up close to the guy with a rifle and snatched it from him. Minimal resistance, guess he was surprised or big motherlovers like me coming out of the dark bush are paralyzing. I hope for the latter. Did a quick safety check on the rifle, dumped the round in the chamber and slowly shucked the rounds in the magazine. We stared at each other and then the girl, 4 girls plus the guy shooter, pointed at the cow and made a pistol out of her hand and mimicked shooting. I looked at the cow, motherlover! it was still alive. Big brown eyes, trusting eyes, the kind that would make every hot chick in America bawl and a few guys I'm sure. Shooter was a lousy shot and judging from their sweaty brows, they had a long chase.

    I would like to say I nursed it back to health and all was sweet and rosy. Nope. Everybody was happy as they ate roasted strips of dairy cow and hung additional strips over willow racks. Racks fashioned out of the valley willow bushes, good material just had to look for sturdy limbs. I carefully cleaned my hands, getting under the nails just in case the law made an appearance. The smell of the butchering though was not so easy, raw blood still smells wild and bilious. My kind of cologne but a judge would not be pleased to have a dairy killer in his court.

    My fire was almost finished, I had mimed to the girls that I wanted a fire - this big, this wide and this deep - probably thought I was asking for wild sex but the message got through. They got a fire going and keep it stoked with dead hardwood along the shores. My attention was on the cow head and the ribs. I cut them to sized and laid them between two aluminum street signs I salvaged from the debris strewn against the river edge. I might lose some meat to along the edges but enough would cook well, buried in the glowing coals. Poor man's bbq.

    The shooter disappeared but the girls didn't seem to mind, guess he was more weight than help. I wondered about his rifle and whether or not I should have searched him. Small details like that get people killed. I stressed but my only options were to walk away, forget my roasting meal or be extra alert.

    The sun was glowing, big orb covered in a layer of diffusing sand, it was great lighting for pictures but to the girls it was time to find shelter or get under cover. I suppose I was invited to come along but wasn't sure, signing isn't all that great for specifics. They were fed and had enough in the racks for a good feed or distant travel. Try as I might, I couldn't tell their nationality, chinese hispanics? I don't know but they were in true survival mode and getting to location was job one. The dairy cow was a successful pit stop.

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    Hard Times, 01

    My head swiveled to noise to the east of me, it was a couple arguing. I listened intently, ears angled strategically I suppose listening for violence. There was none, just the strained tone of an angry woman and the pushed deep whine of her man. I lost interest when I heard argument, violence I might have walked down and intervened.

    As much I try to stay out of social interaction, the registered law in me didn't tolerate violence to others – much less women or bullied. I had in front of me a child's bow, salvaged from a side job mixing mortar. Mixing mortar from a man who had far more money than experience slopping brick. I bit my tongue and earned my $20, the bow and some nylon twine. I was going over the twine, braiding it tightly as a makeshift bowstring. Makeshift sounds flimsy, not my bowstring it would outlast me and the bow.

    The southeast of my position was a irrigation canal, a canal filled with monster fish. Some catfish but mostly carp and some others mixed in – probably abandoned aquatic pets. Walmart's contribution to Arizona wildlife. I didn't care, they were big and fat and I intended to find out if tasty to my palate. I had 2 pounds of rice to last a few months, reality – but a little fish and some teriyaki sauce might just work for a fine dinner.

    When you are seriously unemployed and hungry all the time, you get creative. Finish the bow and start on some arrows. I was content, had a project and the satisfaction of a hunt was all I needed on this godawful hot day. Weather was a hundred plus and no wind. It was alright though, I had good shelter and judging by the lizards and such stopping by they thought so to. Hard to bypass a cool place, law of the desert.

    I smelled her before I even met her, well actually I heard her, loud relief filled piss roared through my ears. She was pissing almost at the door of my well camouflaged position. Annoyed I thought of picked up a gritty dirt clod and tossing it, smack her hard shapely butt. Instead I figured I'd introduce myself, who knows that solid piss might turn to a fine spray or abruptly shut off.

    “You know... it's bad manners to piss at a man's front door!”

    Yup, the roar ceased immediately, I worked the twine, my mental image of her was alert and confused, a little fear mixed in possibly. Some long minutes passed and the piss, involuntary I'm sure, dribbled on and I could hear the shuffle of clothes and scrap of sand.

    “If you would, bury it deep. I don't want to smell it...” I almost laughed at the immediate silence.

    “WHO ARE YOU???”, her voice was rigid, strained but polite undertones. I was pleased this one had some manners

    “Do what I said please, then come to the sound of my voice.” If she did, then I would be okay with meeting her but it was 50/50 of her racing off to her spot down below and the other guy.

    A few minutes later I heard labored scraping, she was shoveling with her foot a good pile of dirt. I imagine it would be a small pyramid. She was caught, confused and curious. I don't think afraid as a normal deviant, if such a thing existed would have attacked at her most vulnerable. I was polite and I figured she responded the strength in my voice, people are strange that way.

    There she was, peering through my brush screen, a good looking woman, crouched low and deep worried lines around her eyes and mouth. I figured about late 20's and whoever she was, she had muscle tone so well nourished. The guy below was pretty lucky.

    “Come around to your right... or not... “ Added that just to push her curiousity.

    She did and I had my first visitor, a hot babe and my ego was content. Just like old times, I still had it.
    Her eyes were blinking hard, I gazed over her body, there was no defensive posturing, she was in guest mode so be it.

    “It's dim but a foot to your left is a sitting spot... would you like some water? Or a soda?... I have diet Coke and Dr. Pepper.... Cold.”

    Her voice was pleasant but cautious.

    “Can I have water and a diet Coke?”

    “Sure...”

    She sat down, staring intently in my direction, it would be few moments before her vision adjusted. I pondered my move, if I stood up, my shelter was sloped so I could stand and walk to her, which might cause a panicked rout and destroy my little home or I could toss it at her. I would toss her the water, let her drink that as she relaxed and could see, I would roll the soda towards her with the bow. No, I would not get up, anxious women were like mules facing a grizzly.

    The water thumped at her feet, a slight gasp, and she slowly retrieved it. Must suck to be totally at the mercy of a man that heard or watched you piss and then offered gracious hospitality. Screw it, her problem not mine. I smiled as she tried adjusting to my world, eyes purposely wide to adjust to the cool darkness, this wasn't a dumb bunny. She was tactical. Good girl.

    I continued my work on the bow, forgetting her for the moment and wondering what I could use for arrows. If I could find a power saw, I was fairly certain I could make some killer arrows of the scrap 2x4 hardwood. If not, plan b on a cutting tool.

    She broke the silence and gave me her name, I grunted, a bad move as her body tensed. She was either in here or not, I wasn't in the mood to make friends. I was concerned as well, she would bring her guy or others up here, strength in numbers and there went the neighborhood. She would not be someone to converse with surrounded by others. Let her run. I would pick up my possibles, collapse the shelter and move immediately to my other 'hide'. Make the situation a tactical exercise. I didn't have to, she stayed put and drank water, guzzling it – my hot babe was thirsty .

    “I'm not going to throw the soda... listen for the movement and here's another water” The water thumped in front of her and I carefully rolled the icy cold can towards her. She leaned forward and claimed it. Cracking the soda she drank deeply then relaxed against the plywood beach chair. Legs long and lean and surprisingly large breast. I felt lecherous and quickly returned to my project.

    In the next hour, we became good neighbors, I don't know if she adjusted optically enough to view me but I knew she understood I was working on something. For whatever odd reason, we fixated on the movie Casablanca and shared favorite scenes. Abruptly she left, thanking me for the drinks and apologizing for her ill manners, pissing on my front door as it were. I said something stately like 'no problem and 'mi casa es su casa' and then she was gone.

    It was the beginning of a good friendship as the line goes, but for now, I dreaded a visit by her man and all that drama. Surprisingly she didn't bring him, if I ever find myself talking to an attractive, tactically minded woman, question one is “why not?”

    Unemployed, unfed and highly skilled sooner or later life would be good again. For now, survival baby and let the good times roll.

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    Ahh. Where to begin? Start somewhere in the middle and work out - sure why not eh?

    I was in Las Vegas this week and it was hot. Somewhere out by the speedway, a rave of sorts was in the planning, I want to say EDC? I'm not hip so just gathered what I could. My rig was being outfitted at one of the specialty shops tucked deep in the warehouse district. So it was either watched canned TV or walk over to the truck stop for incredibly rich food. You know the places, the kind that give you a double-chin just walking through the door. The food was good comfort chow and reasonably affordable, normally I'm not a fan of buffets but this one was clean and organized so indulge I did.

    My rig was suppose to be completed a month ago but the artist kept asking for more time. They got it but it was not to be, rig wasn't even half complete and it was due for a scheduled performance 7 hours away. Time was up and I had to go, so after doing a pre-check and knowing I had no rear lights I headed out. Figured about an hour before night, I was going to park in somewhere. Preferably in front of a casino with deep beer glasses. LOL No Bueno, my seasoned driving pushed me to the destination, 20 or so minutes before darkness. Proud of myself but would've preferred the casino.

    The staff, all super young with their own music, poured into the rig with cleaning gear and tons of supplies. I let the boss know that we had no rear lights so no work that night. Got overruled, the show must go on. I smiled, painful smile as I traveled almost 7 hours without A/C - yeah 'iron man' driving, and shook my head. Going home I state, vehicle is not operational and although I technical was in violation for driving it in such a manner, I was also aware and had a plan to ground it. Boss lost it, called me every name in the book and ordered me to drive. Never hit a woman, well except in the line of duty, but she was an excellent candidate for a low orbit astronaut. Her husband stepped in, shook my hand and thanked me for an exceptional piece of driving. I nodded, I knew it but its nice to be appreciated. Money was thrust at me, mostly ones and fives, about a quarter of my due. Heavy sigh. Nice.

    Husband drove me back to my truck, we had a long talk about the life of a Marine - got the feeling he was trying to unload but I was tired and sick with the thought of the upcoming fight to get my funds. Gave him a pep speech, something along the lines of Marines are hard men and hard times are part and parcel. Yeah, every counselor out there is cringing. He can get a better counselor with my money. Not feeling the love.

    Resigned from two jobs to work with this company, the financial disaster I'm facing is not pleasant. It's alright, I am kind of enjoying the freedom. Both jobs were a major drain of my time and all I did was eat and wait for the call. No time for anything, not even a movie. I'm going to enjoy this time off. So pay some bill and see if I can plan a 60 day vacation, take the summer off and do other things. I figure .. why not eh?

    As for the GF, haven't heard anything from her and no, no interest at all. It took me almost six years to get over her and it is done. All done. No romantic memory, time erased her. Every now and then a song will try to ignite something deep inside but no oxygen- thought dies quickly. I'm glad but I remember the pain, holy #$#$# it was intense. To those that think it ain't going to end, it will. Get this; it died with something I read 'Eat, Pray, Love', had a statement in there that made so much sense and with that scripted suture, my suffering ended. So read and get your heal on.

    Master Po is healed, now to get my money. LOL

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    Hello people still reading my stuff, good to know that.

    It's a hot, quiet night. I'm in a house miles from anywhere and the dogs are barking. Have a few lights on and not much else. I keep seeing things in my peripherals, movement but of what I don't know. This place could be haunted but I don't know, never been much of the haunted, meaning I haven't seen things others have. My EX, yeah she's long gone, but we were driving through this place..mmmm.. roughly 8 miles to the northeast of where I'm sitting and typing. She asked me if this long valley was haunted or had monsters, I was like "I'm not sure.. but people see things". She goes, "well...something is running alongside your side of the Jeep". I was going 65. I looked over, saw nothing and god bless her, she tried to describe it but words were inadequate or the English language was inadequate. I shrugged, told her I believed her but it was not for me see I suppose. Later on she got with some girls of my people and they were more than happy to scare the merde out of her.


    Wonder if that's what the dogs are barking at? No matter, US Marine in me, wouldn't mind a supernatural scrap. Also I have a .45 just in case it's bad guys from a prison break. LOL I read PRINCE OF TIDES and that merde stays with you.


    In a bit I'm going to be with my Dad a few miles away. Probably fell asleep watching TV, no matter he won't hear me. He's got a bucket of KFC and I feel a greasy snack sounds awesome.


    I'm over my EX but I got curious and did a search on FB. Found her, left her maiden name so it was not much of a search. Looked at the pics of her family and husband. No emotions. Had some dreams of her lately but mostly her waiting and me leaving sort of stuff. Still a very beautiful woman and I'm glad she got her family. She even moved back to the state. Just sharing, it means nothing, sharing so some of you know that those godawful longings do come to an end. Thank god.


    Some other women came into my life. I won't bore you with them unless you can't sleep. LOL


    Here you go, some MasterPo for your late night. Talk to you soon.

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    Long, hot and lazy day on the ranch. Did what work I could before the heat drove me inside.

    Drinking diet soda and water, in my mind it balances out. :) Spend the week looking for songs that 'get me', found another one and now I can't get enough of it. Let it play a thousand more times or until I nugget another. Okay .. stop twisting my scrotum, it's called Lovin' you against my will by Gary Allan. If I could sing, I'd be singing this all the time.

    What was up a few days ago? Oh yeah, the supernatural - I'm still here so the monsters strolled on by. Seriously this place has so many ghost stories it's hard to keep up. The recent on, verified no less than a respectable few, is two kids walking around out here. They show up usually on the side of the as you pass or standing by an open door. One of them is dressed in red. I asked how old? the guess is 7 or 8. I don't know how to respond other than to stroke my manly chin and say I'll keep a look out. So far no dice but the evening is young.

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    Wow. Wrote a lot but it didn't make it through - some kind of time limit. Oh well, it was good no worry I have more. Peace.

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    A whole bunch of time went by, wow - but it's alright I'm healed up and scab dropped off. Damn it took awhile. So I'm enjoying life.

    Thank you for those of you that came back to read or checking on me - or whatever. Thanks.

    What am I doing? I'm sitting on a lonely ranch with a great view of four western states. Pretty awesome. Nobody in my life and that's just fine. I work out, dress well and try to eat properly. Finished up some reading; big fan of Michael Connelly and odd motivational books: finished up YOU CAN'T HURT ME by David Goggins. Damn, if you need some exercise or plain mental toughening buy a copy the man will amaze you.

    I was USMC but he took his training and search for tough a bit more than I ever did. All I could do was scream 'rahhhhh' and enjoy another diet coke, I'm not proving #$#$ to anybody, anymore. lol

    The love question; yeah I found her on FB and yeah I opened it up. She's got kids and a husband now, good for her. Some gorgeous pics of herself and my ego of mine thinks maybe it was put out there for me. lol Yeah. Big ego.

    Got a stack of books to read, two vehicles to get running - anybody got 215 70 15's lol? Plus I bought some DVD's so I'm set for entertainment. I found a desktop computer amongst the boxes so I think I'm going to
    fire it up and see what I can make of it. Think I'll apply for some jobs in interesting places, don't matter what as long as I like doing the work. I'm good. Glad I can write again. Hell of a journey if you're on one, I feel for you but understand it willp pass and you'll be awesome again. Take care of you.

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