Monday, June 26, 2017

It was days like today that made the Mason want to pop open an ice-cold beer and gush it down. But he wouldn’t do it. He’d settle for a bottle of lime soda, or iced tea instead…


But there was nothing like an ice-cold beer to cut a thirst on hot days. He could sneak one, but that would defeat his sense of self-honesty…


He quit drinking over five years ago. After recovery, he attended AA meetings for a few months and then dropped them. He got tired of hearing the same old stories. Some were clearly scripted and told nearly verbatim every time they were spun…


He decided he would oversee himself, with help from his wife. It worked out well. But on extremely hot days, the old craving for an ice-cold beer insisted that the time was now…


His abstinence was his eternal Lent sacrifice, self-imposed. He rationalized that it strengthened his resolve; if he could do it with booze, he could do it with other things as well: cake, candy bars, cigars, junk food. But he allowed himself some leeway with these. It was “now and then,” but it was better than never…


The shaman once told him that his brother was a priest, a practicing celibate, the ultimate abstinence, and the Mason wondered if the priest ever thought of seducing nuns. There was something about nuns that he found highly erotic…


How in the world do people shut themselves off from sex for life? he wondered. It made no sense. There was always masturbation, but it still made no sense…


The touch of a warm, nude body held firmly in a mutual embrace; the sweet taste of hungry lips; the acquainted scent of a lover’s hair; the aroma of sex juice leaking from restricted regions, and the final heaven-sent orgasm coming to nudge your soul. All the jacking off in the world can’t compete, he thought…


He supposed everyone had things they wouldn’t tell their spouse, let alone a stranger. But the Mason had a thing for nuns that no one really knew about except him…


His wife, ironically, had briefly thought of becoming a nun while in high school. Strange, he thought, that he married a woman who wanted to become something he had lusted after all of his life. He wondered if it wasn't somehow karmic...


The universe seems to have granted him his wish in an indirect way. Meaningful coincidence, he thought; what else could it be?…


Sunday, June 25, 2017

Like a roller coaster, the weather was taking them for a ride. In her part of the world, the heat would be in the low 90s. Hot enough to visit the witch later on and go for a swim in her pool…


The Mason’s wife always got a little irritated whenever she heard someone say, “Is racism still with us?” as she had this morning when someone on a morning news program asked the absurd question…


Why not? she thought. Where else would it be? Where would it go? For three hundred years it was considered a business matter. Then the Emancipation; a hundred years after that, The Civil Rights Movement erupts in toilsome marches and kinetic frenzy…


It surprised her to think that people thought that was enough to dispel such an ingrained psychological trait (that which ignited suspicion and dislike) as if it could be shed like snakeskin…


No, she thought, it wasn’t going to be easily excised, made null, no matter how much she may have wanted. Yet, unbelievably, some people were contorting into pretzels, in consternation, incredulous that such an outmoded outlook could still prevail…


Shrinks would say it was a “survival trait.” Maybe it was. Religions have their own form of racism, even the benign ones, just ask a Catholic or Protestant...


There’s something about human nature that makes it intolerant to opposition or differences. Democrats hunt Republicans; heterosexuals assault homosexuals; capitalists suppress communists; Shia–Sunni battle to the death; and, of course, the rich continue eating the poor…


It no longer matters what the skin color is, she thought. Now it could be something as superficial as what you wear that makes you subject to ridicule and scorn...


Will it ever change, she wondered, will people ever grow enough to love others as much as they love themselves?...


Thursday, June 22, 2017

Temperature records were shattered everywhere on Tuesday during the Summer Solstice, hitting an astonishing 124 degrees in a local desert town, the highest temperature ever recorded in the county…


Today the weather was tolerable. It was good fucking weather. In the summertime, this kind of weather was primo…


The weather was good news, but the troll supposed he would continue to pay penalty fees for not having Obamacare. The Republican healthcare bill didn’t look like it was going to pass muster…


“You know what,” said the skank. “You should quit smoking.”…


“So should you,” he said…


“I only smoke now and then. You smoke a pack or more a day. Big difference.”…


Getting him to quit would be a bitch, she thought. But she had managed to keep him away from smack long enough to clean him up. It was a fulltime job keeping him clean, making sure he didn’t cave. After more than a year he was doing better than expected…


“Are you working tonight?”…


“No,” she said. “They want me for the weekend. Pays better.”…


Being a sushi-table was almost as good as being a pole dancer. One was frenetic and lusty, the other sedate and seductive. Both were lucrative…


But they were not for the long term. Youth evaporates steadily with the years. She saw it in her mother and father, saw them gather lines on their faces and witnessed their hair starting to gray. She didn't want to be caught flat-footed like they had...


There was still time to train in something that would give her a stable foundation. Things weren’t going to get any easier as she got older. Just because you have a job doesn’t get you out of stress if your wages are subpar…


Going back to school wouldn’t hurt, she thought. But what exactly it was she wanted to invest time in, she wasn’t sure. Not yet. Still, if she was going to shackle herself to something for a good part of her life, she thought it was best to give it more than a passing thought...


The troll lit a joint. “Want a hit?”...


“Sure.”…


“Then we fuck.”…


“Of course,” she said. “The weather's perfect.”…


The only thing wrong with sex is that the best part doesn't last very long, he thought. The warlock once told him that an orgasm was nothing less than a piece of heaven. But it was only a reminder, a morsel, a meager treat...


Monday, June 19, 2017

She did what needed to be done early in the morning before the heat rose…


The days of summer were here. The whole southwest was in a furnace…


The beach was an option, if you cared to brave the shark infestation and the newly arrived tourists…


After doing the laundry and grocery shopping, the Mason’s wife sat on the couch switching channels from Jerry Springer to Dr. Phil. She hadn’t watched either one for some time, primarily because they depressed her more than the absurd politics in DC…


But even Trump was becoming a bore, as well as his tinhorn henchmen. Her predictions for him were coming to pass, as expected, without surprises…


She didn’t know the entire outcome, but it didn’t make her feel any better than watching a cheating boyfriend on Springer, or drug addicted parents on Dr. Phil. They were still botherations, and she could only take so much of this type of entertainment before she was compelled to turn off the set…


Between Trump, Springer, and Dr. Phil, the outlook is that the country is static in its spiritual evolution. All the 2012 predictions hadn’t altered a thing, she thought. It was truly depressing…


Neither she nor her husband had done ayahuasca for a while. It was as if its spirit had told them to take leave. They had achieved what they needed for the time being, and there was no need to continue the sessions…


She thought about her experiences with the magic brew as she switched from Springer to Dr. Phil, believing those terribly fucked up human beings could benefit immensely from ayahuasca’s healing qualities…


It was expected to be in the low 90s in her vicinity. For brunch she had some iced tea and a peanut butter cookie. It was a good day for contemplation…


Before the cookie came on, she went outside to sit in the patio, watching two of her favorite friends annoy each other…