Monday, December 6, 2010
Coming Soon - Map of the Beale - The Real Map
Watch soon for the real map of the Beale. Includes notes and information you really want to know....
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Street Wise
Continues from Tuesday ,September 21, 2010......Why? Why ? Because he didn't know frost from fire; nothing about who or what I was talking about. When I asked him "What are we going to do with my girlfriend who I 'm working with?" I gave Juicy the I'm ready sign. So she stepped right on up. "Oh Juicy, this is Doug, this is Juicy. See we're working together this evening. That's why I was asking you early. What are we going to do with Juicy while we're taking care of business? Or do you think you can handle these two fat ?? "You think you can handle both of us'till we faint?"
" Under sported loud cologne, the over blushing smile on his sport shaved face was every bit wide as the spring yellow tobacco stains which were firm fitting over most of his teeth. Now, Juicy and I both knew that it's not a man anywhere, sober or drunk, hard or soft , that didn't like what he heard. Or didn't want a piece of that pie. At least let him try a slice. Right now, his ego is so big he can feel the cosmic heat from other planets. And his manhood,we'll say his chest is stuck out so far. Sort of makes him look like he's got on his little baby brother's small shirt.
" Just think of the joy, the excitement, the fun fun fun he would have telling all of the fellas and his shady friends too how he had a dream come true making out with two whores until they passed out and couldn't __or__no more.
" Under sported loud cologne, the over blushing smile on his sport shaved face was every bit wide as the spring yellow tobacco stains which were firm fitting over most of his teeth. Now, Juicy and I both knew that it's not a man anywhere, sober or drunk, hard or soft , that didn't like what he heard. Or didn't want a piece of that pie. At least let him try a slice. Right now, his ego is so big he can feel the cosmic heat from other planets. And his manhood,we'll say his chest is stuck out so far. Sort of makes him look like he's got on his little baby brother's small shirt.
" Just think of the joy, the excitement, the fun fun fun he would have telling all of the fellas and his shady friends too how he had a dream come true making out with two whores until they passed out and couldn't __or__no more.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
"Wet Cotton" I looked forward to seeing Daddy Britt again. You see, I hadn't seen him at all since I was just beyond a baby, but I remembered how he was used to make me and everybody else laugh. And my Mama was always bragging loudly about her Daddy Britt- how he was a doctor, farmer, a hunter, a blacksmith, a master Mason and how he had a special talent for building coffins for oversize people. But the rest of the visiting list, as far as I was concerned, was more akin to crazy than cool because I'd had some experience visiting other family members' houses. Nevertheless I was so happy and excited about going on a long riding trip, I couldn't wait for bedtime so I could blow the lunch whistle and tell my brother John and cousin Mackey what was up. I told them that we were leaving in one week, and we were all happy and overjoyed as new punks in a prisons about the trip.
Now bear this in mind: my mother told us we could go on this meeting and greeting people trip with them, but what she didn't tell us what really doused all my fire with water. We'll come to that sad matter in a while.
One week later Mamma's lout-mouthed, crap-shooting brother showed up in front of the house in his big old Dyna flow Buick. We were all ready to roll. I really welcomed the trip. Why, at that age any kid would have jumped for the travel adventure. I was fired up, that warm evening as we prepared to leave, I believe I could run the whole trip backwards on my own feet had I known the way. I was happy as a mouse munching fifty pounds of fresh cheese by himself.
We all hugged and kissed Big Mama, said our goodbyes, ran fast as a flashbulb out the front door and dove into the back seat of Uncle Henry's Buick, ready to ride the long hot highway south. First stop for the family sideshow was in Greenville, Mississippi to visit our Aunt Rosie's Rock All Night Cafe'. Aunt Rosie lived in four small rooms in back of the cafe'. She was a fat short friendly brown-skinned lady with kind pretty eyes who loved to eat she was so big you'd think she ate all the food in the cafe'. She was so big you'd think she ate all the food in the cafe' by herself. Rosie had big-eyed, loud-mouthed daughter about my age named Ruth, who was almost plump as her mother.
People could get whatever they wanted at Rosie's Cafe'. Her place was full of people in the morning for breakfast, at noon for lunch, and late at night for everything and whatever. For Years Aunt Rosie had been selling white whiskey at all hours to people in the surrounding counties. She paid the white police off with cash and plenty of whiskey,sometimes by getting them a black girl. In return the police would warn her of any so-called raids so she could clean house and be good and straight before any raid occurred. She made plenty of good money from her hot food, cold beer, good whiskey and anything else she could sell and get away with.
More of the trip later......Pedro
Now bear this in mind: my mother told us we could go on this meeting and greeting people trip with them, but what she didn't tell us what really doused all my fire with water. We'll come to that sad matter in a while.
One week later Mamma's lout-mouthed, crap-shooting brother showed up in front of the house in his big old Dyna flow Buick. We were all ready to roll. I really welcomed the trip. Why, at that age any kid would have jumped for the travel adventure. I was fired up, that warm evening as we prepared to leave, I believe I could run the whole trip backwards on my own feet had I known the way. I was happy as a mouse munching fifty pounds of fresh cheese by himself.
We all hugged and kissed Big Mama, said our goodbyes, ran fast as a flashbulb out the front door and dove into the back seat of Uncle Henry's Buick, ready to ride the long hot highway south. First stop for the family sideshow was in Greenville, Mississippi to visit our Aunt Rosie's Rock All Night Cafe'. Aunt Rosie lived in four small rooms in back of the cafe'. She was a fat short friendly brown-skinned lady with kind pretty eyes who loved to eat she was so big you'd think she ate all the food in the cafe'. She was so big you'd think she ate all the food in the cafe' by herself. Rosie had big-eyed, loud-mouthed daughter about my age named Ruth, who was almost plump as her mother.
People could get whatever they wanted at Rosie's Cafe'. Her place was full of people in the morning for breakfast, at noon for lunch, and late at night for everything and whatever. For Years Aunt Rosie had been selling white whiskey at all hours to people in the surrounding counties. She paid the white police off with cash and plenty of whiskey,sometimes by getting them a black girl. In return the police would warn her of any so-called raids so she could clean house and be good and straight before any raid occurred. She made plenty of good money from her hot food, cold beer, good whiskey and anything else she could sell and get away with.
More of the trip later......Pedro
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Beale Street U
My book entitled "Beale Street U' is a rare view of the world known Beale Street that's recognized as the home of the Blues and where W.C. Handy wrote the Blues. There were other day to day rhythms and beats known to Beale Street. Music changed and claimed my life for the better. Some of these things happened in my life before I met the Beale Street I came to know and respect, from which I learned much and derived my current pedigree.
This book has hidden scenes of Beale Street only seen in the rear view mirror of history. Because what you see through the wind shield today is not the true Beale Street I knew. Beale Street was my work- and play-ground that gave me humor, pleasure, guidance, hardship, adventure and survival skills.
These are stories of shared family love, along with sketches of some of my unusual friends' ups and downs. I have been able to share love and be loved.....achieved happiness and success as my character ( to my own amazement unfold in ways I never could have imagined.
This book is mostly about unforgettable characters in my life who will shake your senses and raise your eyebrows just like they did my own.
I reflect on some painful mistakes and the equally painful process of restoring my own moral fiber and character--and sincerely hope that, reading this book, you might find ways to avoid some of the pitfalls that await every human being, of whatever color or persuasion.
This book has hidden scenes of Beale Street only seen in the rear view mirror of history. Because what you see through the wind shield today is not the true Beale Street I knew. Beale Street was my work- and play-ground that gave me humor, pleasure, guidance, hardship, adventure and survival skills.
These are stories of shared family love, along with sketches of some of my unusual friends' ups and downs. I have been able to share love and be loved.....achieved happiness and success as my character ( to my own amazement unfold in ways I never could have imagined.
This book is mostly about unforgettable characters in my life who will shake your senses and raise your eyebrows just like they did my own.
I reflect on some painful mistakes and the equally painful process of restoring my own moral fiber and character--and sincerely hope that, reading this book, you might find ways to avoid some of the pitfalls that await every human being, of whatever color or persuasion.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Steet Wise Continues
Pedro , I 'm really tired about talking about that stinking jail 'cause jail and I just don't get along too well at all. I'll say this much, and we'll leave it at that. We made bond, got out,got together and worked on maybe I'll say about four darkroom capers together.
"See this crazy caper,Pedro, was close kin to other dick funny capers I ever worked. But what made this so unusual to me was the sick, shamed tricks would be so embarrassed, so outdone and so let down after this. When they reported it to the police,they would say, 'Officer, by God ,I've been robbed.' What he should have said is, "Officer, they got my loot instead of my juice." Which could have been looked at hard from another view. Whereas, some might see it as: He really got a raw fucking and sounds like it didn't like the hoop cheese and crackers he received for the pussy money.
"I didn't work but a few of those kind of capers"cause I didn't like the robbery side charge they awarded you for this particular caper. Most of what I liked about it was, it was a sure spirit raiser. Just knowing your part could cause you to start laughing out loud right in the trick's face, right in his face from the get go. The fool trick thinks I'm laughing with him. But I'm really laughing at his ass.
"All whores use another name when working. So a trick never really know who we are. We use play names too. In reference to this caper, we called this caper: Find me in the dark. Okay, we got a hotine,a sick girl and a well girl. Well, I'll be the well girl and Juicy will be the sick girl. Sometime we play: Who ever catches the trick--meaning whichever one of us he likes,is the well girl. Well, I called this trick: Loaded with jewelry and money at Worth and Beale, by the liquor store. We talked briefly enough for me to know if he wants to date or just talk about it.
"It's my sweet ass and I learned it's always best when you've been out there a while to be more safe than sorry. I always ask a fresh trick point blank: Is he a policeman? Just like that. I know a trick will say' no' quick and fast. But so will a fucking good, hard dick cop. So I always smilingly request to see his wallet. See, the real police don't want to do that. And all whores should know that. They keep those badges pinned inside. They show you that when they bust your ass. When they're trying to pull a fast one out there, I have seen holes in the wallet where a badge have been or supposed to be. I don't want a date like that . That causes trouble. Hell, they might find me in the dark. There are ways to check this chump out and I try hard.
"After I find out it's a date, oh it's on then. I ask him, 'What are we going do with my girlfriend who I'm working with?' He was just standing there, sinking fast as a lead brick into an abyss of not knowing. I knew full and well why he was looking amazed, locked in a daze. Why?
Next Posting,
Pedro
"See this crazy caper,Pedro, was close kin to other dick funny capers I ever worked. But what made this so unusual to me was the sick, shamed tricks would be so embarrassed, so outdone and so let down after this. When they reported it to the police,they would say, 'Officer, by God ,I've been robbed.' What he should have said is, "Officer, they got my loot instead of my juice." Which could have been looked at hard from another view. Whereas, some might see it as: He really got a raw fucking and sounds like it didn't like the hoop cheese and crackers he received for the pussy money.
"I didn't work but a few of those kind of capers"cause I didn't like the robbery side charge they awarded you for this particular caper. Most of what I liked about it was, it was a sure spirit raiser. Just knowing your part could cause you to start laughing out loud right in the trick's face, right in his face from the get go. The fool trick thinks I'm laughing with him. But I'm really laughing at his ass.
"All whores use another name when working. So a trick never really know who we are. We use play names too. In reference to this caper, we called this caper: Find me in the dark. Okay, we got a hotine,a sick girl and a well girl. Well, I'll be the well girl and Juicy will be the sick girl. Sometime we play: Who ever catches the trick--meaning whichever one of us he likes,is the well girl. Well, I called this trick: Loaded with jewelry and money at Worth and Beale, by the liquor store. We talked briefly enough for me to know if he wants to date or just talk about it.
"It's my sweet ass and I learned it's always best when you've been out there a while to be more safe than sorry. I always ask a fresh trick point blank: Is he a policeman? Just like that. I know a trick will say' no' quick and fast. But so will a fucking good, hard dick cop. So I always smilingly request to see his wallet. See, the real police don't want to do that. And all whores should know that. They keep those badges pinned inside. They show you that when they bust your ass. When they're trying to pull a fast one out there, I have seen holes in the wallet where a badge have been or supposed to be. I don't want a date like that . That causes trouble. Hell, they might find me in the dark. There are ways to check this chump out and I try hard.
"After I find out it's a date, oh it's on then. I ask him, 'What are we going do with my girlfriend who I'm working with?' He was just standing there, sinking fast as a lead brick into an abyss of not knowing. I knew full and well why he was looking amazed, locked in a daze. Why?
Next Posting,
Pedro
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Street Wise
9:30 P.M. Daisy got up from the coldest seat we shared at the window,walked
back over to the bed reaching down into her whore bag for something -- which was at the end of the bed. She pulled out a small. flashy manicuring kit,unzipped it. Then took her a leg-crossing seat on the bed. I came over to the bed, got on it, then streched out with my head facing her, so I could watch her exhausting her excellence.
She intrigued me with her gall, beauty,grace manner and style, all of which could lead one fast to an ungrateful evaluation. She started working on her nails. She said,"I didn't finish telling you about hotine, did I?"
I said, "No, you didn't. I can't wait to hear all about it."
She twisted open a bottle of nail polish remover, took a bag of white cotton balls and started to clean her nails.
She turned around smiling on the bed to where her body was facing me, only dropping her head while she rubbed on her nails like a genie was supposed to hop out.
She started to tell me, "Pedro, I was working this caper with a bitch friend of mine named Tilly Bbbbbb. Tilly was known in the streets as "Juicy". Boy, she was an outlaw whore with heart. I grew to respect her by watching her ways and how she handed herself. I found out her level in the whore game, and she was a good bitch with no pimp. I didn't have a pimp at the time we met. Oh yes, we met during mutual hardships in lockup. Got to give it to her, she was a nice looking girl, bright,funny,crazy and good spirited-- if you were not a police or if you were not a trick. And she would scare the stink out of shit.
"We both were popped by cops, but not together; but both on a petty hooker charge. In her rare case, she was dated by a cop-- a low down scow. Then arrested by the same cop. What a stinker! Well, she wan't speaking coming in neighborly to him or about him. She was acting mostly uncool and moody about the whole event. I was picked up getting out a trick's car on Beale Street when the vice squad rolled down on me.
"Tilly and I had a common bond in there. And found out through chit chat we shared a lot in common in other areas and ways. We were lucky in one way. We had our own bond money, and it was just a matter of their time before we would be released. Then she asked me,'Daisy, what are you going to do and what do you have planned when you get back out on the bricks?'
My reply was, 'Get down and make me some more money wherever I can.' She said, 'I like that same flavor too, girl. That's just what I plan to do too.'
"Juicy said to Dasiy,'We should take off a couple of stings together. Have you ever worked a hotine before?' I said , 'No. What do we do?' She said, 'Don't worry about it. I have you ready when we leave this dump.'
'Well, she wasn't lying bad little about forming the combo hotine. And with that said, we set back and went like jack fast into hush hush discussions and the sticker details about this caper. Pedro, I'm really tired about talking about ???
Later,
Pedro
back over to the bed reaching down into her whore bag for something -- which was at the end of the bed. She pulled out a small. flashy manicuring kit,unzipped it. Then took her a leg-crossing seat on the bed. I came over to the bed, got on it, then streched out with my head facing her, so I could watch her exhausting her excellence.
She intrigued me with her gall, beauty,grace manner and style, all of which could lead one fast to an ungrateful evaluation. She started working on her nails. She said,"I didn't finish telling you about hotine, did I?"
I said, "No, you didn't. I can't wait to hear all about it."
She twisted open a bottle of nail polish remover, took a bag of white cotton balls and started to clean her nails.
She turned around smiling on the bed to where her body was facing me, only dropping her head while she rubbed on her nails like a genie was supposed to hop out.
She started to tell me, "Pedro, I was working this caper with a bitch friend of mine named Tilly Bbbbbb. Tilly was known in the streets as "Juicy". Boy, she was an outlaw whore with heart. I grew to respect her by watching her ways and how she handed herself. I found out her level in the whore game, and she was a good bitch with no pimp. I didn't have a pimp at the time we met. Oh yes, we met during mutual hardships in lockup. Got to give it to her, she was a nice looking girl, bright,funny,crazy and good spirited-- if you were not a police or if you were not a trick. And she would scare the stink out of shit.
"We both were popped by cops, but not together; but both on a petty hooker charge. In her rare case, she was dated by a cop-- a low down scow. Then arrested by the same cop. What a stinker! Well, she wan't speaking coming in neighborly to him or about him. She was acting mostly uncool and moody about the whole event. I was picked up getting out a trick's car on Beale Street when the vice squad rolled down on me.
"Tilly and I had a common bond in there. And found out through chit chat we shared a lot in common in other areas and ways. We were lucky in one way. We had our own bond money, and it was just a matter of their time before we would be released. Then she asked me,'Daisy, what are you going to do and what do you have planned when you get back out on the bricks?'
My reply was, 'Get down and make me some more money wherever I can.' She said, 'I like that same flavor too, girl. That's just what I plan to do too.'
"Juicy said to Dasiy,'We should take off a couple of stings together. Have you ever worked a hotine before?' I said , 'No. What do we do?' She said, 'Don't worry about it. I have you ready when we leave this dump.'
'Well, she wasn't lying bad little about forming the combo hotine. And with that said, we set back and went like jack fast into hush hush discussions and the sticker details about this caper. Pedro, I'm really tired about talking about ???
Later,
Pedro
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