GRAVE MOMENTS

Max stumbled in through the cemetery gates his button-down attire, and black silk tie were strewn on his body. The bartender was right to cut him off when he did, as Max was definitely drunk. He walked the pathway with one step after another, but not with the intent in knowing where he was going, he was just going. The night was crisp with a slight chill. His mind was still problematic as the course of events of the day was what lead him to the bar in the first place looking to drown his sorrows in something brown and robust. One after another, he would down the drinks as he told the bartender or anyone who would listen about his terrible day. 

Max stumbled over a curb of the walkway as he now planted his feet on the saturated dew lawn. Like most cemeteries, the idea was to be serene, memorable, and respectful of the dead and as Max began to stagger between headstones, plaques, and monuments he was less like any of those things as he mumbled curse word and profane speech still distraught by the events that transpired earlier in the day. His mind was devoured by the now as his spirit crumbled inside of him. Finally reaching a point of exhaustion, Max fell to his knees at the foot of a cemetery monument with a sculpted lion head on top. He sat there, reviewing the steps from the day. 

Max's morning couldn't have played out any better waking up in bed with a beautiful young thing he was seeing. Things seemed to be getting serious as they were spending more time together, but she never brought up the question to who or what they were so when she needed to hang out she'd call him. For a while there he thought the job she had as a magazine editor and fashion designer kept her busy and unable to date. She told Max the first time they met, which was at a fashion gala that she liked what he did as a job. As he was an art dealer and that at some point, they started sleeping together. That was about a year ago now, and nothing seemed like it would change. 

After heading to the gym before work was the first hint of things going wrong as his team lost every pickup game they played, which didn't seem like much to anyone but Max who was a highly competitive guy. At the gallery is where the crisis hit when a cell phone video of an artist he was backing went viral of him making racial slurs and statements that just would offend just about anyone. Max and his assistant Joyce watched the released video over the gallery's wifi connection. Fear shuddered down both their spines as Max backing the artist would for sure catch some flack. He had supported this artist finally getting him a show at his gallery after years of cajoling and soothsaying to high powers that be in the art world. There were even some who told Max to leave the artist alone as he was a powder keg ready to go off. Max was now on the verge of losing his reputation and possibly gallery funding after going out of his way to back a racist. 

Max began moaning in front of the lion head monument he figured within a day he'd be old news. It was his reputation he feared most was on the line. He turned to the lion-headed statue as though it was a person and pleaded with it them and pleaded with God holding the lion's head between his hands and began saying "No, no, no, no." In a moment of silence, he read the inscription on the monument, which read "here lays a man of great fortitude and ambition, overcoming numerous obstacles to live a life that some say was impossible." Rest in peace Alexander M. F. Johnson Jr. The inscription spoke to Max in all the alcohol and foggy head. He could come back from this a seed of hope sprung forth within him, yet he would have to sober up to be sure. As he pondered some more in the shadow of the monument since seeing the viral video, he felt some type of peace and dozed off to sleep under the lion-headed statue of Alexander A. F. Johnson.

Vlog #28 THE REWARDS

MY NETFLIX MOVIE REVIEWS #178

When cowboy Lefty Brown witnesses the murder of his longtime partner, the newly elected Senator Edward Johnson, he strikes out to find the killers and avenge his friend's cold-blooded murder. Tracking the outlaws across the vast and desolate Montana plains, Lefty stumbles across a young wannabe gunslinger, Jeremiah, and an old friend, a former hard-drinking pal turned U.S. Marshall, to help deliver the men to justice. After a gunfight with the outlaws leaves Jeremiah wounded, Lefty returns home with the names of Johnson's killers only to find that the governor is accusing him of his friend’s murder. With the tables turned Lefty must evade the law, get the Marshall to stop drinking again, and prove his innocence by exposing the powerful men ultimately responsible for Johnson's death. Written by AsH edited by Richardh120 (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

As a fan of the western genre films I had high hopes for THE BALLAD OF LEFTY BROWN. Upon watching, I found another thing. I found a boring film that failed to keep my attention. I also did not like Bill Pullman’s character, his performance and felt that the story moved too slowly. Further more some of the casting choices seemed to puzzle me. So for THE BALLAD OF LEFTY BROWN I give 2 stars of 5

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WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAW

The evening was slowly approaching on another day. This day happened to be Friday, and Myrtle always watered her plants on Friday evening in the yard of her suburb home with her husband, William. The two were a long-time elderly married couple with grandchildren who had children of their own. Myrtle and William were retired, living out their lives in peace. 

Yet the mundane retired life had its perks as well as its nagging cons, one of which was its lack of excitement at times. Every day could seem like every other day when you got sunk into a routine. Myrtle was a retired nurse who now took to being the nosy neighbor always eyeing other neighbors in their driveways wondering what they were up to. 

Other than her plants that she'd water were her neighbors directly next to her and William perked her curiosity. Myrtle's attention toward them was a bit more than say the neighbors across the street or the other side of their home as they were also an elderly retired couple. Yet the intrigue went even more profound as these neighbors were new to the neighborhood and were an interracial couple with a black man and an Asian woman. 

A slight breeze cooled the Friday evening as Myrtle watered her plants. She was still having reservations about her neighbors. They weren't loud or messy, and when they got mail for the Howard's, Myrtle and William Howard they'd politely drop it by. Myrtle didn't know what to think and soon with the desire growing to search out something it won. As she finished watering the last of her plants out front Myrtle took the sideway around her house to the backyard. Which was closest to the neighbor's house separated by a cedar fence. She walked, hearing some playful banter and giggling with a splashing of water. 

Reaching her backyard and starting to water the plants there, she listened to the conversation next door. It grabbed her attention further as she tried to be respectful, but it was too late and too tantalizing. What she was hearing sounded like words from one of her romance novels. She dropped her pitcher and walked inside to her husband William whom at this time of the evening was smoking his cigar and sipping something smooth and dark as he listened to his favorite records. Myrtle explained to him that the moment she had expected was currently happening. William begrudgingly went with her to look or listen he didn't know what, but Myrtle was quiet, so he was too and just listened. 

The talk they could hear over the fence was a bit more amorous and at that time more explicit, which drew Myrtle up to the cedar wood fence peering through the gaps with her best eye in hopes of catching something, then she saw it. She watched the interracial neighbors having sex in their hot tube. Her sight grew more prominent as her heart raced. She said nothing to William who was on his own cloud till Myrtle compelled him to take a look at what was all the commotion.  

Vlog #27 UP FOR THE TEST

MY NETFLIX MOVIE REVIEWS #177

To save his pregnant wife, an emergency room nurse teams up with an injured murder suspect in a race against time, rival criminals and renegade cops. (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

My viewing selection for this week, a recent release on Netflix is an action film entitled POINT BLANK. As a fan of Anthony Mackie, this was the draw, although his role came off slightly soft. I can also say that about the story, but looking for the silver lining, I thought the chemistry or the buddy relationship between Mackie and Frank Grillo was impressive.  As this is a standard running length film, it all works out in the end, as a simplistic story is not drawn out. So for POINT BLANK, I give it 3 stars of 5.

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DOCTOR & NURSE

The other nurses warned her about him, well at least the female ones. She had shown up out of nowhere coming from one of those prompt care facilities working that beat for nearly two years fresh out of nursing school she entered that life bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but over time the luster of the life faded, and now she was yearning for more. This caused her to apply to the hospital, looking for some excitement she was planted in the ER. 

The luck of the draw, as she was already a night owl and the difference from one hour to the next excited her. Within a matter of days shadowing a nurse named Pepper is when she got to meet the doctor, the nurses had warned her about, and he was as good looking as they come. Thick curly blonde hair, tall with broad shoulders, and deep dark brown eyes. When he spoke, he spoke with a British Essex accent a tough part of England that took no gruff. That exact night is when she met Dr. Livermore. She saw how he commanded the ER as a patient had come in with a life-threatening knife wound that was bleeding profusely. She watched ready to assist at a moment, yet he was able to not only stop the bleeding and suture the wound without much of a fuss more than the frantic wife worried about her husband. 

She didn't actually speak with the doctor till days after that night where she was now fully assisting on a slow night with Pepper out that night. She found in the still of the ER a moment to introduce herself and share in a cup of coffee with the Dr. There was a policy about co-working relationships, but the word was if you keep it quiet and the staff behind the desk don't find out it was possible. 

She didn't go into this thinking she wanted him his charms, and pure unbridled sex appeal convinced her of that. Again, she heard the stories about him, a bit of a womanizer, but she let it go in one ear and out the other. She felt she could put the brakes on at any minute like a drug addict thinks they can still keep the same friends. She was caught and didn't even know it mesmerized by his gaze. 

Shit hit the fan one night when she was working side by side with him. They were saving a woman's life who had been nearly drowned dead with no pulse and no breath. Working in tandem, the attraction grew to its utmost and to have the woman live sealed her fate. It wasn't more than 30 minutes later she made it to his office, and she put her cards on the table as did he by shutting the blinds and making space on his desk to engage in the passion that had been burning in them for some time.

Vlog #26 ONWARD WE GO...

MY NETFLIX MOVIE REVIEWS #176

A former police investigator decides to go to a prison island to revenge the brutal killings of his family. (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

Sometimes nothing is more entertaining than a good action flick. This was my hope when I sat down to watch REVENGER. With a simplistic story the action comes as the main character seeks his revenge. There are moments of levity as well, which help make the film better rounded. Yet still the biggest attraction to this film are its fight scenes that are choreographed very well and are amazing to watch. So for REVENGER I give it 3.25 stars of 5.

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GOOD MORNING

She awoke to the sounds of an alarm. She wasn't too happy as she did not set the alarm, but would have to deal with it as she was crashing at a friend's house. To be specific, it was the parents of one of her friends. The alarm was going off in the next room, and Mary painfully came awake. 

She arose from her friend's bed dressed in the clothes from last night. She had only gotten a few hours of sleep coming in off the street in the wee hours. The days had been brutally hot as the city was going through a heatwave and at that hour it was nice out a bit of relief from the heat. 

She had had a slow night meeting with two Johns fearing she'd have to go out again that night to make up for the take her pimp Donny Ohio would take when he'd come back around to collect. She was tired, tired of life, tired in general. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she rubbed her eyes, forgetting that she was still made up smearing her mascara as she searched blindly for her shoes with her feet. 

She contoured herself back into her tight dress zipping it up snug prepping herself to get back into the hustle mode looking to lure one or more working-class men into giving her spin before heading to their day job. 

Desperate times make for extreme measures. She wrote to her friend a note that was still asleep on the living room couch as she could hear her parents, the owners of the house, starting their day. 

She stepped outside to the crisp new morning wiggling into her heels and walking a short distance to a busy intersection known for its early morning action and found herself a portion of the block to set up waiting for a car to pull up and get the day going. 

Vlog #25 THE STATUS​ QUO

MY NETFLIX MOVIE REVIEWS #175

In a dystopian near future, humanity has been ravaged by a mysterious fungal disease. The afflicted are robbed of all free will and turned into flesh-eating 'hungries'. Humankind's only hope is a small group of hybrid children who crave human flesh but retain the ability to think and feel. The children go to school at an army base in rural Britain, where they're subjected to cruel experiments by Dr. Caroline Caldwell (Glenn Close). School teacher Helen Justineau (Gemma Arterton) grows particularly close to an exceptional girl named Melanie (Sennia Nanua), thus forming a special bond. But when the base is invaded, the trio escape with the assistance of Sgt. Eddie Parks (Paddy Considine) and embark on a perilous journey of survival, during which Melanie must come to terms with who she is. (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

As a fan of the zombie genre of films I have found that I am facing a bit of fatigue as the genre needs a new look. THE GIRL WITH ALL OF THE GIFTS has a sense of this, as it is less about the gore and is a more sophisticated look at how an apocalyptic zombie disaster may play out. I had hoped to give this film a second viewing, but as it is right now I find this story compelling on many levels, as the main character is a young girl. So for THE GIRL WITH ALL OF THE GIFTS I give 3.5 stars of 5.

SUPRISE GAG

Booke frantically typed in her message and pressed send. The message she had just completed was a salacious one sent with a smiley face that looked a little naughty. 

She tried focusing on finishing dinner for her daughter and her boyfriend, but her anticipation for what and how the party on the other end of her phone message would reply was possibly more than she could handle as she was tingling between her thighs something awful. 

Five minutes had passed, then ten, then twenty. Brooke was beside herself thinking that now the message was over the top, too vulgar, maybe insensitive, who knew. She completed making dinner and placed the food for her guests and then excused herself sitting out on the porch of her home in case a message came. 

It wasn't even five minutes later when she felt she needed to fire off another text to find out what the hold up was. The rapid movement of her fingers typed up her questioning mood and solidified it with a frowning faced emoji. 

On the other end the phone the message blinked incessantly waiting for Donald to check it. He was in a heart to heart conversation with a woman down on her luck and rather than break the vibe he ignored the message although seeing enough of the abbreviated text he caught the gist and was highly intrigued on how the rest of the writing went. Upon completing his conversation, Donald looked at his phone to see her messages and fired back. She was pleased and even happier as he told her he would indeed come and see her that weekend. 

When the weekend came around, their spirits were both high. On Donald's drive up, Brooke stood at the front window of her home intermittently watching for him to arrive. When he finally made it, she watched him get out of his car and walk up the pathway to her front door and knock before she opened the door. Upon opening the door, she jumped him for a kiss, which quickly turned into a full-on make-out session falling back onto her couch in the living room dry humping to the sound of a quiet house. 

He began to tell her that he had a surprise for her to which her curiosity was peaked so much she stopped her advances completely. She looked at him, her top now off revealing her crimson bra and ample breasts. He smiled and reached for the overnight bag, sensing he had to show her now before too late. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather red ball gag, with a bit of "Here let's try this" tone to his voice and look in his face. 

She didn't know what to think or say a bewildered look on her face as if she had to guess what he had brought for her she'd never have supposed that in a million years. She was a bit afraid pulling back a bit from him, but not to the point she'd overreact asking him whom the gag was for, to which he replied "It's for you." and began to rattle off all the possible reasons this might be appropriate and or sexy. He then continued to tell Brooke how he was going to make her scream with a passion so loud that a gag would be definitely needed going into explicit details to what he was going to do to her it got her so moist her panties were wet she nearly orgasmed right there on her couch.

Vlog #24 THE MARATHON CONTINUES