I was once asked, “ Why are you an Independent ... what’s your purpose?” I replied, “To put it simply, we don’t follow, we take the lead. We vote as we see fit ... we’re not a party flunkie swayed by peer pressure. We always try to do the right thing ... we do as we damn well please. We’re the lone cry in the wilderness, shouting the dissension of truth that most do not heed. We’re the last in line, the first to bleed.”
Tribute to Tina, Terri, and Tami: She’s soulful, seeking eyes pierce the male mortal heart. She’s steamy, sultry look tears any man apart. She’s poulty, full lips fill men with lust and fire. She’s wanton desire consumes unaware sires. She dominates every thought, every move. She casts her magical spell ... that insatiable, special sexy groove.
Her kiss is moist and sweet to the taste ... like red rose morning dew.
Wild and sensuous, passionate and forward, animalistic and primal ... we three are, as we lay on the watery banks of Lake Ponchatrain. We humanistic trio, partners in tri-sexual bliss, drawn together by mortal lust and temptation. The more we tasted, the more we wanted ... that forbidden, intense burning desire of immortal art, of human need ... Andrea, Sissy, and me.
T’was as if I was touching the face of God—my crossing of these majestic peaks that grasped the unreachable sky ... the Montana Rockies.
Infinite green, forever blue. Such was nature’s wonder cast upon my eyes ... the cycle of life holding true.
This is the burden and joy of one such life ... ecstatic burning and insufferable strife.
Standing amidst a wild bunch of drunken idiots tearing apart the Knot & Loop Club, droolin’ for a head bashing brawl, I blurted out real damn loud, “ Now don’t ya’ll make me hafta to call Momma,” as I nervously tapped my big-ass, shiny stainless steel meat cleaver on the palm of my hand. Man, they split the scene in a heartbeat, barreling over one another, out the door! Ol’ man Raspberry laughed out loud, bellowing, “Mark! So you call your meat cleaver Momma!” I replied, with a shit eattin’ grin, “Yes, Sir! Well, on special occasions, I do!” That was the moment I became an “Equalizer” ... I was fifteen.
As I stood beside old man Raspberry in his time of peril, preparing to fight a hoard of racist, malcontent drunks, I knew from that moment on ... I would always have to stand on the side of right. It was quite an eye-opening revelation for this young man.
