  These are kinda in the middle of a regular blog entry and the shortened Fish Flake style. Good weekend....... - Hung out with the masses this weekend. I did the family thing on Saturday and chilled with the Parental units most of the day and evening. We all truly overdosed on seafood. My mother has to be the funniest old lady in this world. When I start joking with her about her belly and how it's getting bigger -she says " eso es la leche de tu papa ". Loosely translated: " That is your fathers sperm getting me swollen ". My mother is 68 years old; do you think I need to picture my parents fucking? - Headed to the old block and chilled with Andy and a few of the new young stragglers who looked at me as if I had 5 heads. Andy is the brother who was immortalized in my poem; Perdido. This cat is young and he is a little too experienced for his years. Street life makes you grow up quick. We were discussing how the young girls around the way have all been getting knocked up. He says the little girls are growing too quick for their own good. Here is the kicker: Fish: 33 years old ~~ Little kids are between 18 and 22 ~~~ Andy: 22 years old ~~ Little kids are between 14 and 20 ~~~ When I first moved to Elder; some girls were just born; Jayme, Dorayma, Ally.
( 1985 etc etc ) There were already girls there who were considered the little girls; Kamalish, Glenda, Maria, Jessica ( 1980's etc etc ) Then the girls around my age; Yadira, Millie, Milagros, Cindy ( 1972 's etc etc ) When I am on the block and I am seeing the girls I saw in carriages pushing around their own carriages; That shit makes me feel old. Even better is when I see Jayme at 19 with her daughter who is 5 years old. That made me see that vicious fuckin cylcle first hand.
How can this chic instill morals and values in her daughter??? She barely has any of her own. I always wondered about me and kids. It has come to a point where I refuse to have them and I can't see myself with them. The last girl I was with thought I had issues when I said " I don't want kids ". A great piece of me feels love is needed to create life; refer to previous posts.
- Eric came to pick me up to do a little more male bonding. My nigga is going through some shit and it's affecting me pretty badly. I just have to be there for him and try to think as clearly as possible. It was cool to actually drive around yesterday. We drove around Washington heights and oggled at the half naked domincan women. It's a world of a difference over that little bridge. - Coming home I stopped by Jorge Merced place in his celebration of Oshun*. I haven't been in that setting for a long time and it felt good to see so many different faces.
I was asked the question: Y usted tiene su santecho? " I replied kindly , " no, toda via no lo tengo ". I was offered a blessing and told " Tu corazon esta claro pero negro para un tiempo muy largo ". Translation; Your heart is clear but it was black for too long. After some blessing from the padrino; more seafood for me.
I stood there for the ceremonial offerings to the various saints. It was cool to see the horses tail bless the house and the shrine. Santeria isn't the widest understood religion; it is cool though. - Got home and jumped in the recliner and put my face in my hands. I looked up and spoke to God, Allah, Budda, La Orishas, Krishna, Tao, and said thank you. Regardless of everything going slightly batty, I am good. My life is good. *Oshun - rules over the water of the world -- rivers, streams, and brooks. She embodies love, beauty, and fertility. She represents the blood flowing through and creating human life. She is also associated with culture and the fine arts. She is the youngest of the Orishas and the messenger to the house of Olorun. Her saint is Our Lady of Charity, Cuba's Patron Saint. Her colors are yellow and gold and her number is 5 _ 
