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time I wining on Somebody Woman
Dr.
Ram Dass Editorial There's
a saying about setting a bird free and if it come back it's yours, and if it don't
it never was, and another about giving a man enough rope to hang heself. Well
when it comes to women, I say, "give a bird enough room to fly and de cat
will kill it." Friday
1:00am: I driving home alone. Perfect night, no clouds, plenty stars and cool
breezes. Window down, I was vex when I get in de car, which slowly changing to
disappointment, possible regret and finally, just as de light at Tragarete and
Maraval Road turn green ah start to smile as if that sign to go was one for me
tuh turn glad yes... before I know it I was laughing to myself passing Courts
store and making de right up Long Circular Road. Happy as could be, so entertained
with my thoughts I ent even think to put on meh radio. Is de feeling yuh does
get when ya hear de garbage truck a little late.... yuh pelting down de drive
way shouting... and jes when yuh feel is too late, he hear ya and stop and take
de bag ah rubbish from ya. De feeling I talking bout is de one when you slowly
walking back up de drive way... triumphant, satisfied, with a small sense of achievement...
happy to put a new bag in de bin and not having to deal with dat same ole rubbish
till de truck pass again. Thursday
12:30pm: I by de bar in 51 degrees wit meh partner Jep. Like every other Trini,
he have a nick name dat people will swear on his birth certificate. When he was
14 he decide tuh play big in front ah bout 6 ah we and pelt down a Jack Spaniard
nest wit he ole shoe. Jokes start when shoe and nest hit floor at de same time
and he ent know now to get de shoe and run at de same time... after reaching in
and taking 2 bite he opt for fleeing on one foot thru de timari filled path. In
de end de man face swell up all over wossa dan Brigo... and since den he is Jep.
So Jep askin me where Lyssa gone? She went to de bathroom bout 15mins ago,
but a quick glance in a specific direction revealed that she stop to limin in
de VIP. He in shock and I returning a look to explain that I done pass vex and
working on what I going and do next. Ah done talk to her bout it and like she's
been secretly trying to live de life of a MTV Real World cast member as my talk
had de same effect of telling her in a free drinks fete dat drinking is bad. Obviously
she ent study'in me. Jep know me well enough that within de next 40mins it going
and have a good story to tell for years to come. Thursday
9:00pm (earlier that night): Is Thursday night I decided to take meh sweetie
out fuh a little party. Yuh see school out, so dat does somehow start a serious
party flux on de Island. I figure, even though it not supposed to affect me cause
one, I not in secondary no more and two, most if not all of my peoples will never
see 20 again. Still parties abundant and ram whole ah July and August. It have
all dem foreign students who making de way home for de break, UWI students and
who knows who else.... bottom like... De sweetest part of Trini life is a party.
Besides I hearing from all man jack dat 51 so "on" on a Thursday. Thursday
10:00pm: So she wearing de usual... "new outfit." White pum pum
shorts and a blue patterned halter top that tying behind her neck and have her
lady lumps looking like dey in de most mystically comfortable hammocks... below
de hammocks is a drape of crimpled cloth that constantly makes you wonder what
angle yuh need to be looking to reveal de belly button and surrounding areas? Thursday
11:00pm: These parties does be good, but it does come to a point when it just
have so much people dat you ent want to move again. It is a matter of might and
your duties of the night is to hold down yuh limin area and make sure that yuh
have enough space tuh scant or buss a small wine without inadvertently wining
on somebody else (a man) in de process. By now de dance already reach that point.
Smallie at de bar cause dat is who bartenders does serve first. I take a look
and see some saddis whispering in her ear. I is a practical man and a realist...
not a jealous man. I know de difference between a man who want to brush ya girl
and one who could... answer is, de one who could convince her that HE is HER friend.
I does only hope dat smallies understand this basic principle. Thursday
11:25: So she back and guess what? She have a friend with her... turns out
to be a "new" one. But this one real good, he pay fuh we drinks...
introduces himself to me and ask me if it cool for him to dance with Lyssa.
What I supposed to do? Be a ka-ka-hole and say no? Truth is, as man... yuh supposed
to be cool and (in whatever temperament you choose) tell him maybe after you (and
maybe is never supposed to come). Me, I was on my 5th scotch, and this is after
de big cup dat I finish in de parking lot... I so busy jonz'in over if Jep going
and get a wine from de Land Surveying UWI smallie in front ah we. De one dat he
small talking whole night. I take my "free" drink and tell saddis
cool! Thursday
11:44pm: They still dancing and meh boy real (what appears to be) whispering
sweet nothings in her ears... so I finally catch drift of de danger. I pull smallie
aside telling her that I had something to tell her. Then when she feel like I
just see her or my ex or something of that sort... I start to explain dat I think
she's had enough of small man, who she corrects me saying, "Bruce?"
I say, "whatever his name is... that's enough." This conversation turn
out to be something I didn't expect. Is like I was telling her to disown her mother.
All kinda testimony that Bruce have this... and own this ...and does do this...
an how he so cool and want us to come lime at his house an...
I start
to explain to her what Bruce really want, and she get vex. She cut de talk short.
It's been almost 2 years together and she never want to argue with me for 2
possible reasons: fear of not winning or it never ending. So we gone back
to de spot tuh see Jep doing de ole figure 8 wine to Hot and Groovy. I smile and
try my own wine. Thursday
12:10pm: After a lackluster performance, even for a limin wine, Lyssa tell
me she going to de bathroom. Ten
to 1 is murder... so @ 12:50 I tell Jep I out... I gorn home... If Lyssa ask
for me, tell her dat I say it look like she already had a ride home. Friday
1:00am: Where de story started... Dr.
Ram Dass
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