Moving to San Francisco 1

I moved to California from Maryland in 1981 in search of my daughter Dawn Marie. A buddy of mine named Jessie moved out here with me, as he had enough of Maryland. I sold just about everything I owned with the exception of a few antiques that I decided to bring with me, just in case I could not find work right away; I could sell them to keep me going until I found work. I bought a one bedroom corner house in Bernal Heights for $25,000. It wasn't all that big, but it had a lot of potential. It had a chain link fence around two and half sides of it, and it was covered with thick ivy. The ivy on the fence was at least ten feet high, and six feet thick. When I trimmed it, I needed a ladder to reach the top, and I could not believe how huge it was. On the back side of the house there was a set of stairs that led up to the kitchen on the second floor. It was cover with a light blue corrugated material. Down along the side of the house there was a sidewalk that leads to a nice hot tub, which was also surrounded with ivy. The good thing about this ivy around the hot tub was, you could get buck-ass naked, and go from the kitchen to the hot tub without anyone seeing you. Later on that hot tub would become my play pen, as the ladies loved to get in them. I had a rule; you could not wear any clothes in the hot tub, as it would clog up the filter. I could not believe how many chicks went for that. Bottom line, if I did let them in with something on, it would not be long before those clothes came off! The front of the house had a long front yard with a huge pine tree in the center, and the ground was covered with ivy as well. There was a set of stairs that that was covered with stucco, and went up the front of the house. The street side of the house had a one car garage, and next to it was a door that led to a couple of rooms. Jessie had one, I took the other one, and those were our bedrooms. I brought my mother out with me, and she got the one bedroom upstairs. This house was a fixer-upper, but it was not really in that bad of shape, and it would not take that much to fix it up, and sell it.

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After Jessie and I finished working on the house for the day, we would go to this bar that we found in the Outer Mission. It was called Eddy's Place, and we spent a lot of time there, and drank a lot of beer as well. We started to make a lot of friends at the bar, one in peculiar; his named was Jose. This guy was half Mexican, half something else, and we became very good friends. We also became good friends with the owner, Eddy. One day I was telling Jose that our money was starting to become low, and he asked us if we would like to be the bouncers/doorman, at night. The nights was rocking, and there were a lot of people who came to the bar, and when you have a lot of people that are drinking, you have a lot of trouble that goes along with it. Jose was a huge guy, probably around three-fifty. In the day time he was a school security guard at the local high school, which was not a fun job at all, and at night he was the doorman at Eddy's. It seemed that Eddy's was becoming real popular place, and it was too much for Jose to handle. He asked Eddy if he would give us the doorman's job, and Eddy told him, "Sure, I like Ron and Jessie", and I'm sure that they can handle it, so bouncer's we became. The job wasn't all that bad, the three of us would take turns at the door, and we could drink all that we wanted, so the job was really just another party for us, and to top that off, we got paid. The bad thing was we always had a hangover ever morning, which made it hard to work on the house. (The Birth of Violence, is at ronjonwriter11.xanga.com, Looking for My Daughter, is at ronjonwriter.blogspot.com. Check them out!)

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Not to far form the house was Courtland Street, and there were three bars on that street. One was a redneck bar called the Cherokee, across the street was a gay girls bar, called The Wild Side West, which used to be on Broadway Street in downtown San Francisco, and it was just called The Wild Side, and Janis Joplin used to hang out there. I was told by the owned that she used to sing all of the time, and everyone would tell her to shut up that whining. Of course they were just joking. Up the street there was an old people's bar, and needless to say, we never went in there, as the women were not what we were looking for. The first time we went in The Wild Side, we were sitting at the bar looking around, and this place was like something out of the movies. They had the Mona Lisa framed in a toilet seat, and the rest of the place was just as crazy. As we sat there and drank our beers, this woman walked up to us and introduced herself as the owner. This lady would dress up as a witch at Halloween, and all she needed to put on was the pointed hat, the rest was already there, and she looked really, real. When the kids in the neighborhood would come trick or treating, they were not sure if they wanted her candy or not. Then I almost fell of my bar stool, when she asked us, "You guys get high?" I looked at Jessie, he looked at me, and I said, "Hell yes we do!" Then she said, "Come with me." We walked to the back where the two restrooms were, and she opened the girl’s restroom door and told us, "Well, just don't stand there, Come on in!" About his I'm wondering what is next. There was only a toilet, and a sink. It had a window that showed the long narrow yard. I looked down at the toilet eat, and it had teeth painted on it. This was truly the weirdest bar that I had ever been in. She pulled out a joint and lit it up, and passed it to me; I took a hit, and passed it to Jessie. I had too ask, "So why are you doing this? You don't even know who we are." She replied, "I'm getting you high, so I will know if you guys are the man, or not. You see if you were cops, you would not smoke this joint with me."

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We finished the joint, and went back to the bar. I asked the owner if I could buy her a drink, and she said that I could. She ordered herself a drink, and started to crack jokes. I must say, she was indeed funny person; a bit weird looking but, funny. As I looked around, what I saw just freaked me out. It seemed like you would look at this, and that, but went you came back to whatever you were looking at, you saw something new. This Place called The Wide Side West was all of that, and some. Then the front door opened and in walked these two fine looking honeys. The tall one was as skinny as a rail, but the girl that was with her was a lot shorter, and really built, but you could hardly tell from the baggie clothes that she had on. The haircut on the other hand, told the story. She had it all greased up, and combed straight back into a duck tail, just like Elvis. They came up to the bar and sat down, ordered a couple of drinks, and didn't even give us a second look. I looked over at Jessie, shrugged my shoulders, and said, Oh well! Jessie smiled at me and said in a low voice, what a waste! I was looking at the bar tender, and she wasn't all that bad looking of a chick, but you could tell from her tone of voice, no man was getting into those tight fitting pants. We finished our beers; I left a couple of bucks for a tip. Before we hardly stood up, the bar tender was wiping off the area where we were sitting, and when shy saw the two bucks, she looked up at me and said, thanks a lot man! I told her, no problem, and we split. On the way out of the door, the owner told us to make sure that we come back, and we said that we would. (Like to read these true-life blogs? Go to moreronsblogs.blogspot.com, and enjoy!)

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We went home, and I fixed my mother something to eat, and went to bed, as I was toasted. The next day was Friday, and that meant that Eddy's will be packed, and the natives will be restless, which means that we will earn that night's wages. We got cleaned up, fed my mother, and headed for Eddy's Place. We always arrived a little bit early so we could go across the street and eat at the fish and chips place. After we ate we always got an early start on catching a buzz, as some of the people that come to Eddy's, make you drink, because that is the only way you can deal with them. That is one thing about the job; unlimited Buds. Most of the time the customers would you beer, but when they didn't, the bartender would keep one in your hand, and they two had to drink, to do their job. There was this one chick that worked there, was no beauty queen, but I was getting horny, and she would do. She was in good shape, but she had this attitude, probably because of the people that came into the bar. Like I said, she wasn't all that bad looking, and guys were always hitting on her and some of the chicks as well. I mean after all, we are in good old San Francisco! But she was definitely straight; she reminded me of a country/city girl, if there is such a thing. There were a couple of regulars that came in, and they showed a lot more promise then her, but you just never know what tomorrow will bring.(new,ronjonwriter.blogspot.com, ronjonwriter11.xznga.com)

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Tomorrow is Saturday, and I will be fishing, so no blogs tomorrow. I need the break something bad, as I write at least 13 hours a day, every day! 

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It was still light outside, so Jessie, Jose and me sat at the bar throwing down the beers, so we could deal with all of the idiots that were sure to come in an hour or so. Eddy had booked some Latin band, which meant that every Mexican in San Francisco would be there, and I knew what that meant. Oh well, catch a good buzz, and deal with it as best as you can, as they can only beat you, they can't eat you! I was telling Jessie to watch my back, and I would watch his. Jose was the biggest, so we would back him up. Jose had been in the Outer Mission all of his life, and he knew everyone, and if there was something that the three of us could not handle, some of the customers would give us a hand. The door opened and in walked there two good looking Mexican chicks. They walked towards the bar, Slid up on the bar stool; their dresses were so short and tight, that you got a helluva leg shot, and right away Jose smiled at them and told them, Looking good ladies, looking good! He started hitting on them, and to my surprise they responded. I asked him, who are those chicks? He replied, Oh they are friends of my sister. I should have known, don't get me wrong, Jose was a big guy, but he was a ladies man, and always had something on the side, and that too went along with the job.(ronjonwriter11.xanga.com, remember friends, if these blogs stop, someone needs to check into it)

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Eddy's became full quick and the band began to play. I must say, even though I am not in to that kind of music, the band was very good, and they were bringing in the customers. The place so full, it was standing room only. We could not let anyone in, unless somebody came out. Eddy was there and told us that the bar could only have so many people in it, and if the Fire Marshal came in, or if anyone got hurt, it would be a big fine. All three of us were outside by the door, and these puppies were becoming impatient, and not wanting to wait to get in. Next thing that I knew, Jose was auguring with some huge Samoan guy, and I could see it coming. The guy was telling Jose, that he was going in, and we were not going to stop him. It all happened so fast, the fist were flying, I'm trying to get a hold on this guy, but he was just too damn big. Jose was big, but this guy made two of him; everyone was in a pile, pushing and shoving, and some how or another, the mass of people started to fall to the ground. Guess who was on the bottom? There was so much meat on me, not only could I not move, but I could not breathe. I knew that I had to get out from underneath of this pile of people. Eddy came out, and so did a lot of the regulars. They were pulling the people out of the pile, and none too soon, as I almost passed out from the lack of oxygen, not to mention, I felt like a pancake. Someone stuck out their hand to help me up, which I was still trying to catch my breath. Eddy asked me if I was alright, I could not talk, so I just nodded my head. Eddy knew the Samoan, and he asked him, what is the matter with you man, you know better than to start any shit at my place, you want me to 86 you? The Samoan lowered his head, and told Eddy that he was sorry, and it would never happen again. The guy knew that this was one of the few bars in the Outer Mission that so many chicks came to. The guy threw his hands up in the air, and told Eddy that he was going home before he got 86ed.

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After I caught my breath, Eddy told me to go get a beer and take a break. Jose was laughing and tell me that I am not suppose to be on the bottom of the pile, because I only weigh 180 lbs., and I should make sure that I am on top. I told him that I would keep that in mind, and went to the end of the bar and told the bartender to get me a Bud. Kay asked me what happened at the door, and I told her, all I know is I felt like a had a car motor on my chest, and I hope that never happens again. I shrugged that one down and ordered another, lit a cigarette and checked out the honeys that were dancing. I looked down towards the other end of the bar, and noticed this chick checking me out. She smiled at me and I decided to go ask Jose who she was. As I was walking out the door, I turned and saw her checking out my butt. I ask Jose, who that chick was, and he asked me, which one, the place is full of them. I told him, the one with the black lace shaw on. He said that is Sandy, why? I told him that she was checking me out, we both turned at the same time and she was still looking at me. Jose said, goes for it man, she is single, and has money. I told him that I didn't care about the money, I needed to get laid. Jose laughed, and told me, come o with me. He and I walked over to where she was sitting, and introduced me. I asked her if she wanted a drink, she said that she did, so I asked Kay to get her whatever she wanted. I talked to her for a minute, and noticed Eddy looking at me. I asked her if she was going to be at the bar for a while, and she said yes, she could be. I told her that I had to get back to work, and as soon as it was my turn for a break, I would come back and talk to her, she said that was cool. This was indeed a nice looking chick, and I could tell from just talking for a little bit, that I was going to get lucky. Jose said, hey man! I think Sandy digs you; she usually doesn't talk to anyone here at the bar. I think you might get over tonight. I told him, I am long over do.

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I stood at the door looking at Sandy, looking at me, and I saw that look on her, that told me, I'm getting in those pants tonight. It was time for my break, so I went over and took the stool next to Sandy. I don't know what kind of perfume she was wearing but it was driving me crazy. She was wearing this low cut black lace dress that really showed off her perfect cleavage. I tried not to stare, but being a boob man, I could not resist. She saw me checking out her boobs, smiled at me and asked, you like what you see. It kind of embarrassed for a minute, but I quickly recovered, and replied, you bet I do, and you are a very healthy lady, and I am glad that I met you tonight. I knew this was coming, she asked me, are you married, I replied, no; then she asked, well then do you have a girlfriend, and once again I replied, no. I could see the gleam in her eyes, or maybe, she was just getting loaded. Whatever the case may be, I damn well knew what I would be doing after work. Then she really freaked me out, she put her hand on my thigh, and asked me, what are you doing when you get off work? I told her, I don't really know, but whatever it is, I'm going to be doing it with you. She leaned over and gave a short, but sweet kiss, and said that is what I wanted to hear! Jose came over and asked, so how are you two getting along? Sandy smiled and said it couldn’t be better. Jose said, yeah, I knew you two would get along with each other. He then said, I hate to break this up, but your break is over, and then told Kay to get him a beer. I went back to the door and looked at her sitting on that bar stool, and she had a really nice butt to go along with everything else. I looked up at the clock, and it was only twelve o'clock, that meant I had to wait another three hours before Sandy and me could go do our thing.

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I kept watching the clock, and Sandy kept watching me, which really made the time go by very slowly, as I felt like a kid at Xmas time, waiting to come downstairs, and open my presents. Jessie told me that it was time for my break and that is what I wanted to hear. I went over to the bar, and there was a person sitting on both sides of Sandy, so I asked the guy on the right of her if he would mind moving over one stool, and he said, no problem and moved. As soon as I climbed onto the stool, she put her hand right back on my thigh, and if she knew what this was doing to me, she would stop. I told Kay to bring us a couple more drinks. Sandy had long black hair that fell to her shoulders, brown eye's, a very nice figure, to say the least, and one helluva cleavage that I could not help but look at every time I looked at her. I thought about the hot tub, and was glad that Jessie and me cleaned it out, and heated it up, as I was surly planning on getting Sandy in it after we left the bar. I had to ask her, so I would know how she felt about getting in the hot tub with me. I asked, I have a hot tub that is so secluded that no one can see you. Her eyebrows rose up, and she said, really; I will have to check it out sometime. I told her, no time like the present! She looked at me and said, we'll see. I looked over at Jose, and he was motioning me to come to the door, as it was his time for a break. (Come follow me on Twitter.com)

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It is almost 1:45, that means everybody gets out, I clean up, grab Sandy, head to my house, get naked, get into hot tub with Sandy, and party the rest of the night away, Oh Yes! Its 1:45 and I started to tell everyone that it was time to go home. I stopped where Sandy was sitting, and put my hand on her shoulder, she turned around and I snuck in a small kiss, and told her to just sit tight, and wait for every one else to split. She said that she would in kind of a happy voice. I went over and told Jessie that I was bring home Sandy, and needed a little bit of privacy, as I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, and not want to get naked in the hot tub. He told me that he already had a pretty good buzz on, so he would probably go home and crash. I don't know if Jessie is ever going to get laid, as he gets too screwed-up, too early, I just don't know about him. I do know that he needs to get laid, before he drives me crazy. The last customer left, and Jose locked the door. Everyone got a beer and started to clean up. I looked at Sandy, and she was getting herself together so we could split. Hell, at this point, I don't know who needs this more, me, or her. She turned and smiled at me, and I thought to myself, I can't wait to get her naked and her in the hot tub. I saw Eddy walking towards me with a shit-eating grin. He asked Sandy, you know this boy is a pervert, don't you? She got a big seductive smile on her face, and she replied that is what I was hoping for! I looked at Eddy, Sandy turned back around to face the bar. Eddy had a big grin on his face, and gave me thumbs-up, and started to turn away, stopped and said, I almost forgot, he pulled out an envelope from his back pocket, you want your pay for this week right? I said, you what, I forgot about it as well. Sandy turned around and gave me a little giggle, as she knew that she had me going, and forgot all about getting paid.(Sometimes if you wish for something that you really want, it does come true)

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Eddy told everyone to drink up, as it was time to go home, and started turn off the rest of the lights. I asked Sandy, are you ready to go? She slid of the stool, put her arm in my arm and said I was ready to go a long time ago. We walked out the door, and she asked, you do have a car, right? I replied, yeah, I do, because I just hate to walk. She laughed, and we went to my car. I opened her door for her, and she said, Wow! Not too many guys do that anymore. She got in the car, her dress slid up exposing a great set of legs. I closed her door, and got in the car, and as soon as I did, she leaned over and said, I have been waiting to do this all night long, and has put one helluva lip lock on me. Things started to get hot and heavy, so I pulled away and said, we had better stop before we get locked up for indecent exposure. She sat up and told me, hurry up, andlet’s get to that hot tub. She was sitting so close that I had a hard time steering the car; glad I did not live too far away. As I was driving she was rubbing her hand back and forth, on my inner thigh, and it was making me crazy, to say the least. We made the turn at my street, and as soon as we did, she said, this must be your place, and you are right, I have never seen that much ivy on a fence. How does the fence hold it up? I said, I think that they hold each other up, and I am not looking forward to cutting it either. I got out, opened her door, and we walked up the sidewalk to the gate. I opened it and told her, it is straight ahead. She pointed to the wooden door and said, through there, as she pointed to the door. I said yes, hold on a minute, and let me open it. I did, and when she walked in to where the hot tub was, she looked around and said, you were right, this has to be the most secluded backyard in San Francisco, and the moon is full. She walked over to me and started kissing me very passionately. I stopped, took the top off of the hot tub, and told her that I would be right back with some towels, and something to drink.  

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I grabbed a beer, and a coke, and headed back downstairs to join Sandy in the hot tub, Oh Yes! Long over due. Down the back stairs I went, and went I turned the corner to the hot tub, the first thing that I saw, was Sandy's clothes, folded and put on the chair that was beside the hot tub, which put a big smile on my face, as I knew that I was not going to have the task of talking her to come out of her clothes. I like this chick already. I looked at her sitting in the tub with her boobies being thrust up and down from the jets of the tub. I knew that the she was heavy chested, but I had no idea that she was that heavy chested. She saw me looking at her boobs, and told me, well are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to get in here with me? Before she got the word, me out, I was naked, and climbing into the tub with her. I went over to where she was sitting and sat down beside her, and as soon as I sat down, she was on me like stink on s....! We sat there and sucked face until I no longer could take it. When I was playing with her boobs, she was jumping all over the place, as they were very sensitive, to say the least; it really turned her on. She told me to stand up, and at the time I could not figure out what she meant, but I sure found out, and I loved it. I got to thinking that I wasn't going to be able to take too much of this, so I told her to stand up, turn around, bend over, and grab the side of the hot tub. That is the way the rest of the night went. I hadn't been in a hot tub before, much less having sex in hot bubbly water, and for sure, it was definitely different, to say the least. After I figured out where my feet had to go, so that I didn't slip and bust my ass, we had sex in so many different positions that I would have never even dreamt of, the water started to get cold, and the sun was starting to come up. That meant that the party was over, and I had to take Sandy home, and get back to my house and get some much needed sleep!x

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On the way to Sandy's house we hit Mission Street, and I asked her if she was up to some coffee and donuts. Her eye's popped open and she told me that she was hung-over, and starving. We drove about three blocks, and the more that I thought about some hot black coffee sounded hella good to me, and the honey dip donuts would go well with the coffee. We went in and sat at the counter, and again with the hand sneaking up on my thigh, squeezing it, and making me just  about the stool. Well she got a big chuckle out of it; from now on I sure am going to have to keep a better eye on who is sitting besides me, and where their hand is. This way I wound be so surprised, when I get that squeeze on my thigh. In between her laughs, she asked me why was I so jumpy. I told her that I didn't have a clue, and I'm not ticklish, it just surprises me. As I looked at Sandy; she was indeed a nice looking woman. They all look good in the bar, and with the dimmed lights, you really can't tell just how good someone looks like, because you can't see them. I seen some chicks that come in there and have a knock-out looking body, and look absolutely gorgeous but when they come outside in the light to smoke a cigarette, they have a mug that would stop a clock, and I did almost get caught up in that once, but my boy Jose pulled me to the side and told me, You don't want anything to do with that chick, not just because is she so damn ugly, but she is  a snitch on top of that, and she will screw anything breathing, so if you are that horny, and you don't mind catching something, go for it, but don't come to me and say, why didn't you tell me about that chick, she gave me some kind of hooooobie-jubbies! Because I don't want to here it comes out of your mouth. I told him, Ok! Ok!, I get the message, but she looks hella good from behind; I mean look at the small waist, and those nice hips, damn! That is a shame and what a waste! 

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That night I was sitting at the bar drinking a beer, when these three chicks walked into the club. They were some of the better looking chick that came to Eddy's. I hadn't seen any of them before, so as Jose was checking them out, and wouldn't you know it, of course he knew them. He asked them, so how are you ladies doing? The replied, good Jose, how about you? He looked over at me and said this is a couple of friends of mine, Ron, and Jessie. They are working the door with me; they just moved out here from Maryland, and are cool people. I noticed this one short chick with dark hair, and a cute petite body. She kept looking at me and smiling, and I could tell from that look, what the future would bring. I told the bar tender to get them all a drink. Jose told them, why don't you guys come down here and sit with us? They looked at one another, and said, why not; got up and came and sat on the stools next to us. A bunch of small talk went on, same old bar talk, and flirting. None of these chicks were married, or so they said; after you work in a bar long enough, you know the entire BS that comes with the job. But you know what, when it comes to that, if the chick wants to fool around, and she looks good, I'm going for it. Bottom line, they would not be in there if they weren't looking for something, and that is what I was there for. This one chick, the one that kept smiling at me, asked that one question that told you just what was on her mind, are you married. The only reason they ask that is to let you know exactly what they have on their mind. Then it is up to you to take it from there, and take it from there I did. It was getting dark, and the customers started to trickle in, and another night at Eddy's began. (Like these blogs?) Go to ronjonwriter.blogspot.com, and check out the rest.)

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Jose and me were at the door, Jessie was taking a break, and standing at the bar having a beer, He was finally talking to these two blonds. One was a tall Scandinavian looking chick that wasn't all that bad looking, the other one was shorter, but a good looking chick as well. I laughed, and told Jose, I sure hope Jessie gets laid, he is driving me crazy. Jose replied, well if he slowed down on the drinking, he would probably be getting laid all of the time, know what I mean? I told him, oh yes, I know exactly what you mean. I think that because of him leaving his wife and two kids, really has head screwed up, and he is trying to drink the heart ache away. That is why he moved out here with me, to get away from his wife, because she was screwing around on him, and he just wanted to put some space between her, and him. I just do think that he realized that he would not be seeing his two kids’ anymore, and now it is too late. As soon as I said that, we heard a big commotion inside of the bar. There were two Mexicans going toe to toe, right in the middle of the bar. Well this sure took the drag out of a boring night. These two were going at it; Jessie jumped up, but he was too late, as Jose and me were already there. I grabbed one of the dudes, and before Jose could get his hands on the other one, he popped that guy right upside of his head. This pissed off the guy that I had, he got loose from me, went to swing on the other guy, missed and hit Jose in his mug, which was a big mistake. Jose threw the one he had to the door, grabbed the guy that hit him, and started to whale on him. It only took two hits and the guy was out, and that was the end of that. Jose grabbed the guy buy his collar and dragged him outside to the street, and waited for him to come around, as he couldn't knock him out, and leave him lying on the sidewalk. That's how that night went.

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After we closed, Jose asked me if I liked lumpias, and I told him that I didn't know what a lumpias was. He asked me if I liked hamburger, and I told him that I did. He then asked me if I liked egg rolls, and I said that I did. He went on to tell me that I would love them, and I would not just be able to eat just one. He said that they were so addictive, that you can not eat them fast enough. I'm looking at Jose, and that giant body of his, and wondering how many lumpias does his mother have to make, just to feed him alone. He also said that a bunch of his relatives were also going to be there, because they were so good. He told me that his family was Mexican/Filipino, and only his mother can make the lumpias better than the rest of his relatives, that is why so many of them come to his house when she makes them. I just had to ask Jose, so buddy! When does you mother start making all of the lumpias, I mean it sounds like she is going to be making a couple of hundred, to say the least. I looked at him and grinned, and said, Shit man! You're going to eat a hundred by yourself, Ha! Ha! Ha! All kidding aside, so she starts cooking them the day before, and all the next day? Jose laughed and said, my mother has been doing this for so long, it's like breathing to her, it's no big deal, and besides that she has help. You just wait until you eat one. You are going to bug me, and bug me, about when is your mother making those lumpias again? Ha! Ha! You just wait and see! They say that she makes the best lumpias in the city. I asked Jose, hey man, you know that I'm a white boy right? Jose replied, you know I never knew that, I sure am glad that you brought that to my attention, thanks man! Real funny man! Look! I can't eat that hot spicy, kind of food, it tares my stomach up. He replied, hey man, I wouldn't lie to you, there not hot or spicy, and if they were I'd tell you. You're going to love them. So are you and Jessie coming tomorrow? We told that we would give it a shot. After getting directions to his mother’s house, we split, and went home. (FREE! E-book coming.) 

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The next day we got cleaned up and headed for Jose house. When we arrived, there was no parking anywhere. We must have driven around the block ten times, and then we found on. We only had to walk about six blocks to get to Jose house. I looked over at Jessie and said, damn, those lumpias must be good; half of the city must be here. As we walked up the driveway, we could see all the people that were sitting in folding chairs that covered three walls of the garage, and not is not counting all the people that were inside of the house. Jose popped out of a doorway and greeted us, and got us a couple of beers. He told us to grab a chair before there were none left. Jose introduced us to everybody. To my surprise, these people were very nice and greeted us like they had known us forever, and Jessie and me felt quite comfortable. We sat around throwing down the beers, and then this heavy set woman came into the garage. She looked over at Jessie and me and walked over to where we were, and said, you must be my son's friends, the ones that work with him, and the ones that moved out here from Maryland. We told her that we were, and she told us that she didn't like him working at the bar, but he hardly ever listens to her, but he was a good boy anyway. She then asked us, have you ever eaten lumpias? We said no, but Jose has told us all about them, and we can't wait to try some. She said, there almost done, and I hope you guys are hungry. I looked around the garage at everyone smiling at us, and felt real comfortable. Then they started bringing out plate after plate that had at least a half of a dozen on each. Jose gave Jessie and me our plates and these things looked really good. Jose said, be careful, they are hot, and when you want more, just let me know. I picked one up, and even though it was hot, I took a bite, and these lumpias were killer. We threw down the first six, and got another six, and a couple more beers. We ate lumpias until I thought that I would bust. Jose asked well how you did like them. We both said, they were delicious, too say the least. His mother came over and said, I guess you two liked my lumpias. We said that we did and thank you for having us over. After his went back inside the house, Jose said, let’s go to the bar, and have a few. (Next week, FREE E-book)   

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Yesterday went well, and Jose's mother was right, I am now addictive to lumpias, and probably will be fore life. Damn they were good, and I am glad we had a lot to eat, because after we left Jose's, and went to Eddy's Place, we threw down, beer after beer. Until closing, and we were toasted. I was so screwed up, I didn't know if I could drive or not. As soon as we got out into the fresh air, I felt a lot better. I took Jose home and Jessie and me went home. When I pulled up in front of my house, some dumb ass half assed his parking, and was a half a car away from he was suppose to be. So, I just squeezed in between the two cars, eased mine up to this guy’s bumper and pushed his car up to where it was supposed to be. Jessie was just grinning to beat all hell, and he told me, you're out of your mind. I told him, No! I'm teaching these stupid people how to park. Look at it this way, if it was not for me, theses guys would have gotten a ticket, so that means that I am doing them a favor. The next morning came, and Jessie and me were so hung over, we didn't get to rolling around until it was time to go to work, and I'm wondering if I am ever sober up, as I have been loaded since we got here.(This week, Free book)

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As soon as we got to the bar, we got a beer, as they say, the hair of the dog. The first one went down very quickly, so did the rest. Sandy laughed at us, and said, you boy's shouldn't drink so much when you have to work the next day. I replied, Yeah right, I'll try and remember that! The door opened, and the sunlight flooded the bar, and tore my eyes up. In stumbled Jose, and he said, I don't believe you guys made me drink that much beer last night, and laughed as he told Sandy to get him a beer as well. The door opened again, and just about blinded us. Jose said, damn, I wish that sun would go down, and I knew that I should have stayed home. If my mom wasn't harping on me about drinking all of the time, I would have. I looked at Jessie, and said, hey man! You are turning me into alcoholic. Jose said hanging around you guys is going to cost me my job at the school district. All someone from the school needs to do is come in here and see me all screwed up, and I'm done. Oh well, they shouldn't be coming in here anyway. Can I get another beer Sandy? It became dark outside, so we opened the front doors, and the people started to roll on in. The jukebox was pumping out some good music for a change; everyone was behaving, and the night was going good. Jose and me were standing at the door when these two Mexicans walked up to us and asked, who are you two. I had already picked the one that I was going to nail. Jose being the diplomat that he was, told them, here it is guys, you start any shit, and your both going to carried out of here. Now do you still want to come in? The little one said, Ok man, we'll be good. Jose told them, I'm not play here, and we going to be watching you while you are here.

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They walked past us and walked up to the bar, and ordered a drink. I told Jose, that was a bad idea of letting them in, you know that they are going to start some shit, don't you? Jose replied, that is what I'm hoping for, I really need to punch someone out, and these two will do just fine. They were good for a couple of drinks, and then they went to the head. Next thing we knew, Jessie whistled, and pointed to the rest rooms. He took off and ran into the rest room, and you could hear exactly what was happening. Jose and me tried to pushed the door open, but something was in the way and we couldn't open it. I told Jose, 1 2 3, and we both hit the door at the same time, and then the door opened. One of the customers was knocked out cold, lying on the floor in front of the door, that's why it wouldn't open. I got a look into the rest room, and Jessie was holding his own against both of the guys that were about to get the worst ass kicking that they have ever gotten. Jose grabbed the one that Jessie was fighting by his collar and rammed his face into the tile wall and all that you could hear was the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting something that didn't move. Then they both started to put the boots to them. I hit mine so hard, it drove him back into one of the stalls. This was the guy with the big mouth, Jose said that he want him, but first come, first serve, and believe me, he did get served that night. I hit his four of five times, then grabbed him by his greasy hair, and forced his face into the toilet bowl. I was screaming at him, WHAT DIDN'T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT WHAT WE TOLD YOU AT THE DOOR? I pulled his face out of the water, and he was gasping for air, and trying to say something, and I jammed his mug back into the toilet again. Here is the bottom line, in that part of San Francisco, you run the bar, or all of the assholes in the neighborhood do, and when that is allowed to happen, the person that owns the bar, usually has to sell. So we were told, sort of under the table, that we could do what ever we had to keep the assholes out of the bar. 

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I have to take a break. I will have a blog tomorrow. Everyone have a good week-end. Ronjon

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Still taking a needed break. There will be new blogs tomorrow.

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We got these two up on their feet, and helped them find the door. The mouthy one told us that he was getting his homeboys and coming back to even the score. Jose told him, we are always here, do what you have to do man, and by the way, you two are 86'ed, don't let me catch you back in the bar, or we will do this all over again, you got it? The guy left Jose with a few choice words, and limped down the sidewalk. After he was a safe distance away, he turned and gave us the finger. Little did he know, when someone gives me the finger, it sets me off. I took off running, but when the saw me coming they took off, and they were too far away for me to catch, so I went back to the bar. Jose was still standing out front, and he told me that I can't be chasing people down the street; we only can kick their ass when they are in the bar, and in the future, I had too be cool. I told him that when someone gives me the finger, they are just going to have to deal with me; it has always been that way. Everybody has something that sets them off, that is what sets me off. Jose said, come on lets go get a beer. Jessie was standing at the end of the bar with a smile on his face; he told us, damn guys, you know I like to have fun too. Next time, let me get in, OK? Jose laughed and said, we didn't want to see you get hurt, Ha! Ha! Ha! x

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Working in a bar all week long; what do you do on your day off? Go all over San Francisco to other bars. I guess the three of us are definitely poisoning ourselves with alcohol, which means that our alcoholism and the way we abuse it is probably going to get the best of us. Jessie and me not only abuse alcohol, but drugs as well, and we have a history of them both, ever since we were teenager's, and I'm sure that Jose is in the same boat as us. If you really think about it, we work all week, take our pay, and go to other bars and drink it up. Jose asked us if we had ever been down to Broadway Streetto the strip clubs. We told him no, but we have heard of them. Jose asked us if we wanted to go check some out, and we told him that we did, so to the strip clubs we went. Once there, needless to say there was no parking, so we had to park about six blocks away, and walk to the clubs. We went to this one club that had this doorman out on the street, trying to get people to come in and check out the girls. They had pictures of all of these nice looking chicks, so we decided to go in and check them out. Strip clubs, titty bars, and topless go-go bars are the places that Jessie and me used to go to all of the time, when we lived in Maryland. We would sell drugs to the dancer's, mostly speed, and if you really think about it, those chick dance all day and night long, and they needed what you would call, a pick me up. The doorman told us that there was a three drink minimum to get in. I asked Jose what was up with that, and he told us that was the way that the girls got paid, and people didn't just come in there, buy one drink and sip it all night long. We said what the hell, and gave the guy the money. He opened the door for us and told us to go on in. It was dark at first, but when our eyes adjusted, we could see where we could sit. I looked up on the stage and saw a woman that was old enough to be my mother. I asked Jose, don't tell me that we spent all of that money to watch some old broad's dance, if that is what you call it. Jose said that is probably the only old chick that worked there. We ordered our drinks, sat there patiently waiting for another girl to come out and get the old girl off of the stage. The music stopped, and the curtain pulled back, and wouldn't you know it, another old broad came out and started to dance. I looked at Jessie and said, yeah, we got the big one on this. Let’s drink up and get out of here before we catch some kind of old people's disease. We threw down out drinks, and ordered our second round. About that time, another old lady came out to dance, and I couldn't believe the body on that chick, just flat out ugly. We got our last drink, threw it down and got the hell out of there. Once out on the street, I felt like popping that doorman that told us about all of the beautiful girls that were inside. I looked at Jose and asked him, got any more ideas for the night? Jose replied, hey I haven't been down here in a long time. The last time I was down here, they had fine you girls that danced, not these old chicks. Oh well, you win some, and you lose some. I know another place that we can go, come on it is right around the corner, and it is always chicks in there looking to get picked up, and partied with. That block turned into five blocks, and when we arrived at this bar that was suppose to be loaded with chicks, it was empty. We decided to go back to where we came from and call it a night.

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We dropped Jose off at Eddy's, and headed back to the house. When we got back in the neighborhood, I asked Jessie if he wanted to stop in the Wild Side for a beer or two, and he said that he did. As we walked up the street, you could hear the music blasting away. When we opened the front door we could see that the place was packed with woman, too bad they were all gay. We stood at the end of the bar and ordered a couple of beers. I started to check out all of the people that were there, and as I looked at all of the good looking women that were; I wondered what they saw in a woman. This one chick got up to go to the restroom, and this chick had a body on her that you would not believe. I mean this girl was beautiful. About that time, Jessie elbowed, I turned to see what he wanted, and pointed to the chick that the other girl was with, and if looks could kill, I would be dead! Jessie whispered in my ear, you got to watch those dikes; they will cut your throat in a heartbeat. I felt someone tap me on my shoulder; I turned expecting some dike to take a swing on me. I looked into that face of the owner, and she said, well I'm glad to see you guys came back, I didn't think you would. I asked, what would make you say that? She replied, I don't know, I just figured that once you guys found out what kind of bar this was, you wouldn't be back. I told her, hey, there is nothing wrong with this bar, and besides that, it is right around the corner from where we live, you guys don't mind us coming in here, do you? This woman could make some weird and funny faces. She said, Oh no, you guys are more than welcome here, she laughed and said, we'll take anybodies money, he!

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This was one crazy lady, for sure, and she fits in this bar, like fleas on a dog. She asked us, you guys want to get high? I replied, hell yes we do! We all headed for the restrooms. She turned and said, we will have to go outside tonight, because we can't tie up the girls room with all these people here drinking beer, he he he. I thought to myself, God what a weird woman! We went down the back steps, in the dark, into a nice little yard with benches and plants. It wasn't bad in the Wild Side backyard, late at night. She reached into her suede jacket, and pulled out this huge joint and fired it up. That pot really stunk; the pot we got back in Maryland was Mexican, and not all that much, where as this pot I think they call it green bud. Whatever it was, I was getting one helluva buzz. This stuff was so strong you couldn't hold it in, it was like hash, and I was already catching a buzz. Jessie was gagging so bad, I thought that he was going to puke. She got one of those strange looks, and said, my, my, you boys haven't smoked much bud, huh? I replied, we don't have green bud back in Maryland, I wished that we did. I asked Jessie, you going to be alright bro? In between coughs, ha said yeah! But I can't smoke any more of that shit, it's killing me! I said, don't worry bro, I'll smoke yours. After the joint was finished, we went back inside, and continued to drink; another night of alcohol poisoning.

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When we went back inside, I noticed something that you did not see a lot of, in the Wild Side, a man. He was a strange looking dude; he looked like something left over from the hippie days. He had this leather hat on, and it really made him look strange. I asked the owner if I could buy her a drink, and of course she said yes. She got one of her strange looks on her face, and then yelled down to the other end of the bar, Hey Tom! I want you to meet someone, come on down here. The guy was skinny as a rail; he looked like he didn't eat much. He came to where we were, the owner said, Tom, I want you to meet Ron, and Jessie. They just moved on the hill, and you will probably be seeing a lot of them. He stuck out his hand, and Jessie and I shook it, and told him that it was nice to meet him. The owner then said, he is Barbra’s old man, he he he! (Barbara is the bar tender) Barbara was not all that bad looking of a chick, and I thought that her working in a gay bar, she would be gay as well. Down the road, I found out that she was bisexual; she liked it both ways, oh well, each to his or her own. She was nice, and she treated Jessie and me very good, and we tipped her, very well. That is one thing about working in the bar seen, you depend on those tips, as you only get paid fifty bucks a day, and that is not enough to live on, so we always leave a decent tip. We bought Tom a beer; we had another one, and called it a night.   

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The next day we decided to go to Fisherman's Wharf, and check it out. People are always telling us about the entire chick's that are down there, and they are willing and ready. That sounded good to me, and besides that, it had been a long time since I had any crab. Well, for a change, it was a nice day. The weather in San Francisco sucks, it is always foggy, or raining, or both. We lucked out and found a parking place close to the wharf. Jose was right; the place was loaded with chicks. We tried to talk to a couple of them, but they were with their families, and could not mess around. We decided to go and check out the crab; the closer we came to the little building the better the crab smelled. We couldn't believe how much larger the crabs on the west coast were compared to the ones on the east coast. Then what we saw almost knocked us off of our feet. They gave you a little paper cup, the size of a cup cake, cup, for ten bucks. We couldn't believe it; we were used to eating crab until you could not eat anymore. This little cup would just be a tease, so we decided to leave it for the tourist, and headed on home.
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When we got back to the house, the phone rang, and it was Jose. He asked how we liked the wharf, and I told him that we didn't. He laughed and said, I told you that the wharf was just for the tourist. He asked me if I would give him a ride to Daily City, and I told him that I would. Jessie and me went to his house, walked up the drive way and knocked on the door inside the garage. He opened it and told us that he would be right out. I lit a cigarette, and waited. I looked down at the end of his driveway and this really cute young girl started to come into the garage. She said, hi, and went into the house. Jose finally came out, and asked, did you meet my niece? We told him we said, hi. He went to the door and yelled for her to come out and meet us. She came out, and Jose introduced us, and let me tell you one thing, that girl was absolutely beautiful. She seemed really sweet, and told Jose that she was having trouble with her mother, and she wanted to move out. Jose told her that was not a good idea, and he didn't think that her mother would let her anyway. She went into the house, and we got in the car and headed for Daily City. (FREE! E-book that Amazon is selling for $50.00. Go to thebirthofviolence.com, and follow the instructions.) 

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The next day Jessie and me went to Bakers Beach to check it out, and we could not believe the size of the waves, compared to the waves on the east coast. We walked to the waters edge, I reached down to feel how cold the water was, and I couldn't believe that either. It was ice cold, I guess that is why no one was swimming, only wadding. Now I know why every one's legs were red. I looked down to the other end of the beach and noticed a lot of people, so we headed on down to there to see if there was any chicks. When we got closer, it sure looked like this one chick didn't have the top to her bathing suite on, and let me tell you, that chick had on helluva set of boobs, and she sure did not mind showing them, and I did not mind looking at them. The closer that we got, the more people we saw, had no clothes on. Old ones, young ones, fat ones and skinny ones. It seems that anybody could come here and get naked. Well. I say each to his or her own!

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Jose, Jessie, and myself were riding south on Mission Street; I was driving Jessie’s van, because when he drank, he could not drive at all. I looked up the street and saw this good looking blond standing on the sidewalk with her thumb out. I told the guys, let’s pick her up. I pulled over to the curb, and once I got a good look at this chick, she was a helluva good looking chick, with one beautiful body. Jose opened the sliding side door, and I yelled to her, where are you going? She looked us all over and said I'm going north; I am looking for the Golden Gate Bridge. I chuckled and said, I hate to break the bad news to you, but you are going in the wrong direction, you are heading south. She got this dumb look on her face, and said, I asked this dumb son-of-a-bitch, and he pointed that way. Jose asked her, did he speak English? She said, I don't know, he just pointed this way, so I thought that the Golden Gate was this way. Oh well I guess I had better get on the other side of the street. I looked down on the sidewalk, and she had three suite cases with her. I told her, get in, I give you a lift to the bridge, and that way you won't be in the city by yourself. She looked at all of us and said, that's cool. I told Jose to help her with her bags. He told her to get in the van, he would get her bags. She jumped in, Jose jumped out and got her stuff, put it in the back of the van, and we took off. We were just a couple of blocks from the bar, so I asked her, do you drink? She replied I'm so thirsty I will drink anything. I said we all work at this bar down the street, called Eddy's Place. Do you want to stop in and get something to drink, and she said that she did. I asked her, where are you coming from? She said southern California. I then asked. So what is your name? She replied, my name Dawn, and my mouth dropped opened. I looked at Jessie, and he was already looking at me, and I had to ask, what is your mother’s name? She said Tracy, why? I let out a sigh, and told her that my daughters name is Dawn, and I was hoping that you were her, as she lives in San Diego. She too has blond hair, but I haven't seen her in many years. (thebirthofviolence.com)

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On the way I started to tell Jessie that if the cop didn't write down his tag, we wee go to go, but he was so fucked up he was just sitting there nodding. This made me think about old Jessie, what is he going to do, drink his self to death, because he left his family back in Maryland? I asked him, I don't know how many times if he really did want to all the way to California with me, away from his kids, and he said, time after time that he did. If I would have known that he was going to do this, I would have left him back in Maryland! Well one thing was good about all of this, Jessie hadn't changed registration to the van yet, that meant that the cops didn't know where we lived, but if we were pulled over again, they would probably sock it to his ass, but at least he would not be getting a drunken driving charge, and that was a good thing. I pulled up in front of the house and called Jessie's name over and over, with no response, so I reached over and shook him, but he was so fucked up, he just sat there, so I decided to just leave him in the van to sleep it off. He had a key, so when he woke up he could get into the house. I locked up the van, and went in the house and went to bed.

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I was really sleeping well, and then I heard someone knocking on the side door, and it was Jessie. I went to open the door, and he started banging harder. I yelled to him; take it easy, I am coming! I opened the door and he asked me, why did you leave me in the van? I told him that I tried, and tried to wake you up, but could not. He asked me, what happened to my keys? I asked him; do remember getting pulled over yesterday? He thought for a minute and said yeah I remember! I knew that he did not have a clue, as he blacked out, and when he blacks out, he remembers nothing. I told him that we got pulled over on

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I watched Jessie fighting his fish, and I so wanted to get my line back in the water and hook one for myself. I asked Jessie if he had it. He looked over at me and smiled, I got it, but it is a strong fish, I have never got a fight out of any fish that I have ever caught. Jessie would reel it in, and the fish would just take the line back out. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face, and I knew he was having a good time. This fish was wearing him out, as I could tell that his arms were getting tired. He had been fighting the fish for at least, twenty minutes. Jimmy on the other hand was in helluva good shape; being a fireman, gives you muscles on top of muscles, and he was a very healthy guy. Jimmy asked Jessie if he was going to be able to bring the fish in, as Jessie was having a hard time with it, and Jessie told him of course he was going to bring it in. About that time, he pulled back is pole, and I heard the line snap, and he lost his fish. Jimmy told him the as strong as that fish was, it was probably a skate, and that is why his line snapped. Jessie said, shit man, there went a new lure. I told him to move over, so I could cast out. I looked over the edge of the barge, and could see that the water was going down fast, which meant that the tide was going back out. I got the best cast of the night; it got out to where Jimmy was casting, and as soon as it hit the water, I got a hit, and the fight was on! This fish was definitely the biggest that I had ever had on a line. I had caught a huge catfish back in Maryland, and it was 26 inches long, and took me over an hour to get it in, but this fish was way stronger than the catfish. Now I knew what Jessie went through, as I had been fighting this fish for over a half of an hour. It seemed that the closer that I got him to the barge, the more it fought. I’m really putting the muscle to it, and getting it closer to the barge, and the fish jumped out of the water and when it came back down and hit the water, it made a helluva splash. I was loving this, it was just so cool, and this was by far, the biggest fish that I had ever caught. The closer I got him to the barge, the crazier it got. Jimmy grabbed the net, and told me to bring it over to where he was. He was just about to net it, and it took off again, I would reel it back to the barge, and it would take my line out again. Jimmy reached over the edge of the barge to net the fish, and all of a sudden, the damn fish spit the lure out and took off. None of us could believe it, and the thing that really sucked, was Jimmy was the only one to get the fish in. Bottom line, I had a ball!

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Jimmy pulled the stringer out of the water, held it up high and laughed. He told Jessie and me, don’t worry, you guys will get the hang of it, and you will be pulling your own in. It just takes a little bit of time to learn what to do and what not to do. This is not that hard, and as you can very well see, there are plenty of fish here. You guys did not get yours in this time, but you know what, I did do too well when I first started to come down here and fish either. I looked over the edge of the barge and just a bout all of the water was gone; there may have been maybe a foot or so. Jimmy said, yeah tonight is a negative tide, and the water level get really low. He said, well let’s get everything together and go home. We did not have a lot to get together, because there was no cooler, or tackle boxes to pack up. I said oh well, at least we found a good place to fish, that is not to far from San Francisco, and you come light, and don’t have to bring a lot of stuff with you. I knew that the next time that Jessie and me came here to fish, we would indeed bring the cooler full of beer, and at least one tackle box, and extra Lucky 13’s. These lures were expensive and it would surly start to get into the money if we lost one every time we came here to fish. I asked Jimmy, so how anchovies work. He replied, they work fine, but I have never had any better way of catching them on anything besides the Lucky 13. You can use anchovies if you want, they work, but it takes longer to catch them. Hey each to his own, try the anchovies if you want. Well let’s go! We packed everything to the van and dropped Jimmy off at his house and went back to my house and crashed.

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The next day I decided to go to Eddy’s and see what was going on. When I got there Jose was sitting on this side of the bar having a mixed drink. The only time he drank mixed drinks was he didn’t have to work the following day as a security guard at the local high school. I got up on the stool next to him and got a beer. The only window in the bar was in the short side of the bar, in the corner. I asked Jose what was going up, and he told me, same old shit man, just another day. I spun around on my bar stool, and watched the traffic go by on Mission Street. I told Jose, your right man, just she same old shit! T told Jose that he should have been with me the day before, and then told him what went down at the restaurant whit Sandra’s father, and he just laughed and asked me if I was bull shitting him, and I told him that I swear, it happened. Jose laughed until tears rolled down his checks. I saw the front door come opened, and in walked theses two young girls that I knew were not old enough to drinking, but one of them really looked familiar. Then I heard Jose say, there’s my little girl, and then I remembered meeting her at his mother’s house, it was his niece, and she was just so damn pretty, and polite, just the kind of person you like when you first meet them. I could tell that there was something wrong, and so did Jose, so he asked her what was wrong, and told him that her mother kicked her out of the house because she didn’t get until fifteen after nine. I’m thinking to myself, wow! A bit harsh, for only being fifteen minutes late. Jose could not believe it, and he asked her where she was going to stay, and she pointed to her girlfriend and said that she could stay there for a couple of nights, but after that, she did not know! She said that they had to go, gave him a hug and started to leave Jose told her to make sure that she kept in touch with him and she said that she would, and left. (http://thebirthofviolence.com

We closed up, and cleaned the bar, and then we got a beer and sat up at the bar. We began to talk, I knew Jose very well, and this guy was always happy, no matter what. Tonight was entirely different and I could tell that he was so hot; you could fry an egg on his head. He told me that he could not believe his aunt, how she could kick out his niece, as young as she was. He looked over at me and said, Ron I know this place, and it will not be any fun getting her out of there. They have there own security guards that watch over the place, and yes they are armed, and yes they will shoot you. Now are you sure that you want to come with me? I told Jose, guy I love you like a brother, and if you need me to go with you, them by God, I am going, I dealt with worse situations than this, and here I am talking to you, we will just call it lucky, ok? Jose said that we would first have to go get inside of the building; you just can’t open the front door and walk right in, as that is where the security guards were, and that was one of their main functions. He said that we had to get inside of the building, and the other big problem was it was a very large building, and once we got in, how would we find his niece. It is not like we can go knocking on doors, and ask whoever is in there, if they know where his niece was, so if we got real lucky and we could catch her outside on the corner, without her pimp, we could get her in the car and get the hell out of there. Other than sitting outside and hoping that after she finishes with a trick, she will come out and hang on the corner trying to get another one, as the pimps keep their girls working for them. Now if that doesn’t work, I don’t know what we will do, but I am getting my niece out of that place, one way or another!

After arriving at Eddy’s, as soon as we walked in I saw Jose jump up and come over to where I was. He looked at my head and face and said; man they really did a job on you. The way that you were dropping them, I thought that we might just get out of there, and then I remembered the security guards. Hey I was battling as well, but there was just too many of them, and you should see my back. It is black and blue from my neck, to my shoulder blades, they tore my ass up. I am thinking to myself, well if you had stood up there and fought like I did, I would not be as beat-up as I am. You just turned your back and let me do the fighting, which really sucks! Jose said in a low voice, I need to talk to you. I looked at Sandra and told her to go to the bar and get us a couple of drinks. Jose took my over to the corner of the bar where nobody could hear what he was saying. The first thing that popped into my mine was he wants me to go back down there with him, and that ain’t going to happen, as I am done with that. The one thing that I want to do, is get a piece, and go back down there and take care of those fucking pimps. Once in the corner Jose said in a low voice, man I don’t know how to tell you this, but that guy that told me that my niece was at that whorehouse, well I saw him last night after I got out of jail. He told me that he knew that my niece was there, and I asked him to describe her, when he did, it wasn’t even close to what my niece looked like. I almost nailed him right then and there. I told him that he almost got us killed, and told him that you were still in the hospital jail, all fucked up. He told me that he was real sorry; he could have sworn that was her. He said that he hadn’t seen her in a while, but that was what he remembered what she looked like. Well what could I say to him after all he was trying to help me.

About that time, Eddy set a beer down in front of me, I went to get my money out and he told me, it's on me Ron! He looked at Jose and asked, so what do you think that they will do to you at the school district, think they will fire you? Jose said, yeah that is what me and Ron were just talking about. You know I have kept my nose clean there, never missed a day, I mean I even went in when I was as sick as a dog. I have never had a reprimand, and I have all kinds of awards for doing a good job! Shit man! If I lose this job, I will never be able to find another job that is half as good as this one. I mean, come on man, what do I do, except stand around, walk the halls, break up a fight once in a while, but other than that, it is a sweet fucking job! My mom asked me the same thing, as a family member got me the job, and if I get fired for something like this, it sure won't look for him, and my mother is afraid to say anything to him. She said that the only thing that we can do is ask God for help, and hope that they don't convict us, and it will all go away. I asked him, does your mother know what we are charged with? He replied, are you shitting me man? You have met my mother, and you know something like this would kill her if she knew, so there is no way I am telling her the truth, and that is why I don't want this to get all over the Mission, because it will surely get back to her, so pleas don't say anything to anybody, alright Man? I told him, you got it man, I won't say a word