Woodside Village Mulatto Boy
My mother was a Mexican from East L.A. and my dad was a Scotsman from Oklahoma. Therefore my lush olive colored skin seems to have an affinity for all sexy people with melanin intensive epidermis. A mulatto stole my dirt rag at Woodside Village Apartments, 2547 Temple in West Covina, California.
Love God and Love Your Woodside Mulatto Neighbor
The 14 year-old teenage mulatto in the apartment across from mine stole my dirt rag last Friday night. He is my Woodside mulatto flavored muse who helps me write these meditation blogs. He is my original aborigine. Sitting outside my door he waits for the Amazon delivery man. Aborigine mulatto grazing in the verdant fertile fields of the American Amazonian Apartment Complex at Woodside Village.
Gelato Mulatto Muse
My mulatto muse will be lubricating my libido in the secret Asian clubs of the San Gabriel Valley this afternoon. Asian clubs are like gay bathhouses in that there is never any sign designated the establishment. Usually only the address in neon. If you see a hip looking building with only the address in neon numbers it is probably either an Asian nightclub or a gay bathhouse.
There is No Such Thing As Writer’s Block
There is no such thing as writer’s block. Saying that there is writer’s block would be almost the same thing as saying that there is talker’s block. There is no such thing as talker’s block and there is no such thing as writer’s block. In today’s marketplace if you want to be a public speaker you can speak anywhere you want for free. There is no such thing as artist’s block.
I believe that everyone should write in public. Get a blog. Or use Squidoo or Tumblr or a microblogging site. Use an alias if you like. Turn off comments, certainly–you don’t need more criticism, you need more writing.
Do it every day. Every single day. Not a diary, not fiction, but analysis. Clear, crisp, honest writing about what you see in the world. Or want to see. Or teach (in writing). Tell us how to do something.
Vow of Silence in Favor of Public Writing
The death of the motivational and public speaking career path hit me especially hard. I really wanted to be a motivational speaker. But with high caliber talent like Niurka speaking for free at 6:00 p.m. in lunch rooms at insurance companies in Glendale, California the market for public speakers is saturated.
Public Speaking Dreams Derailed
One of the few organizations in life that I have yet to join is Toastmasters International. I think I would be better served by staying home and focusing on blogging about autistic thinking.