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I haven't written on this blog in a while so to get back into the groove like Stella I am going to write a new free verse poem I have started working on. So here it is my poem I call it: "Is it Wrong: A delusion in Love" 

Having delusions of grandeur between her and me, she draws me to a place I want to be. She makes me feel good when it is so wrong, brightens up my face, when the world shuns me in the dark. I would like to make her apart of every verb I say, wish every song could use her name, watch her if she was in every movie made. Unfortunately I lie waiting in my desperation and angst healing a broken heart because I met her 3 years too late, 1 day worth the waste, and still I tempt fate. Is it wrong that time and time again, I fall into a guilty sin, Is it wrong I have fallen for a girl who already gave her heart away to him, The boy doesn't get the girl, there is no fairy tale ending in this world. I can only dream of grandiose things between her and me and so I wain on the side, hoping for her to see the love in these eyes. So I sit and I give it my all hoping and waiting for it to fall, cause she shares his name, and I wish that she would share mine and i give her all the fame. I hold her hand and the whispers start they ask her if I am her man, she smiles and laughs, I die inside because what I want, is only attainable at sight. She tells me I am the best, I tell her she is better than the rest and as long as she is happy I can die a smiling man, we go with no riches, all we have are memories in hand, just by knowing her I can die a happy man. Is it wrong that time and time again, i fall into a guilty sin, is it wrong I have fallen for a girl who already gave her heart away to him, the boy doesn't get the girl, there is no fairy tale ending in this world. I can only dream of grandiose things between her and me and so I wain on the side, hoping for her to see the love in these eyes. 

Last call for alcohol and still I sit talking, listening, learning her dreams, we smile, we laugh, I tell her she can have my heart and she doesn't have to give it back. Here we are we've reached the end I have to leave, I don't want walk away, I want to look back, but if I do it is a sign that the good times are over and that is that. So I look back and she kisses me on the cheek goodbye and I know that its worth the pain I feel inside. Is it wrong that time and time again, I fall into a guilty sin, is it wrong I have fallen for a girl who already gave her heart away to him, the boy doesn't get the girl, there is no fairy tale ending in this world. I can only dream of grandiose things between her and me and so i wain on the side, hoping for her to see the love in these eyes.

Miles Per Confessions of a Gentlemen Club Junkie Part II

 

"Strip Club veterans," she says. 

"yeah since we were 18," the good doctor and I retorted half smirking. 

"Oh 21 years old, young veterans," Cassy, the lengthy blonde says back. 

Cassy looks like any she could have been any cheerleader at my old high school, blonde, blue eyes, that annoying high pitched voice, but i have to admit she was hoT with a capital "T." Besides the point I was preoccupied with the apple of my eye, is it love, definitely not, can I say it is an infatuation, probably a more aptly appropriate title. Now most people go to strip clubs for the TNA, naked girls named Ivy or Chastity but I go there for the bartenders. Now the thing about bartenders that separates bartenders at a strip club from strippers at the club is that ideally bartenders leave something to the imagination. What makes most of these bartenders beautiful is what they leave to the imagination. Sitting there sipping my root beer no ice I talk with Cee about anything and everything .

So begins the flirting. Now I have absolutely no style when it comes to flirting , except I am probably the king of cheesy lines. I must say my lines are so cheesy it could make like 10 cheeseburgers.  As cheesy as 80s movies like "Mannequin" or "Weekend at Bernies" I was a Andrew McCarthy being drawn to the unattainable. Now my lines are a blur but I do believe they were not limited to: 

(After folding a dollar into a heart) "here is my heart you can have it" 

she smiled, told me I am too sweet (a response I have gotten too many times from her) and properly displayed my heart on her tip jar. 

(After giving her all the money in my hands): "I have nothing else to give you because you already took my heart" 

Definitely corny like cob but it is entertaining she laughs and smiles and even flashes me a few times. So life could be good. Cee and Kristy are about to take the stage no to strip but for stage cleanup basically the waitress and bartender erotically wipe down the stage with windex while swinging around the pole all in the name of patrons throwing money for the "unattainable." 

Strip club term of the day right now: Make it Rain (M*ayk*it*ray*ne)- Means you throw money on the strip as if it was a rain storm. The Doctor and I decided to make it a battle as we both threw money from every direction, never have i felt my $40 one dollar bills have been spent better. Oh what a night! Just another day at The Bear.

Miles Per Hell Fire Journalism

Two days after the "ASO Devil" story a lot of people have congratulated me for writing a story on so little, I received praise for being so "RELIABLE." Now here I am three stories due next week and I am terrified, I feel like I am going to breakdown soon enough, Now that people think I am "reliable" I have to live up to the facade. Lets hope I make it through the week in at least half of piece and not burned by my own limitations.