The Weight

Knowing When To Say....





“You know what your problem is? You don’t know how to tell everyone to kiss your ass RJ! DNC is a militaristic right wing psychopathic asshole who thinks that bars are gathering places for decent people to have a few drinks, find some pussy and go home.

Well let me tell you, bars are where lowlifes go to score some nose candy or get some weed or trade drugs for sex from bar skanks RJ. You need to tell DNC just that.”

“Well, he really feels for people NF. He believes that even the lowest lowlife dive has someone in it who really wants to just have fun or get away for a while to hang with folks they know.” “Oh, a place where everybody knows your name…and they’re really glad you came…he believes every bar is “Cheers? What kind of drugs is he on? Bars are where whores, homo’s, dikes, convicts and wanna be bikers go to try to be cool RJ.”

“DNC is under a lot of stress NF, he is attempting to build a business out of what is really nothing except the notion that people want to know where to pursue happiness. I know the guy is wound tighter than a cheap watch and he sometime acts kind of weird, he gets that far away look in his eye sometimes when you talk about certain things.” “Yeah, he was in the Marines, he belonged to a CAU, he don’t talk much about it RJ.”

“I wonder why NF?” “Think about it, he has a wall full of awards and a display case full of medals. Marines don’t give out medals for baking cookies, he was like you, a cop out west somewhere working undercover until he got hurt. Didn’t he go to the VA for awhile because he was sick RJ?” “He has nightmares, PTSD NF.” “How do you know?”

“I picked him up at his house one morning after one of his nightmares, he eased down the stairs with his shotgun because he heard a noise in his basement. The noise was a loose filament in the refrigerator coil. “So he’s a little tense, why go to the VA over that?” NF, what if I told you he shot his refrigerator twice with triple OT buck?” “Who else knows that RJ?” “No one.” “Don’t tell anyone RJ.”

“Tell DNC there comes a time in a man’s life when he just has to say ‘fuck it’! In fact don’t tell him RJ, I’ll tell him. There comes a time when women won’t talk to you, friends treat you like an alien and your family uses you like a doormat. It happens to any man who has got to pay bills and is responsible enough to go to work and pay his fucking taxes.”

“OK NF, I’ll let you talk to him, do it in the afternoon or evening after he’s taken his blood pressure medication, pain pills and antibiotics.” “WHAT, why all the fucking Meds?” “Internal bleeding, old wounds that haven’t healed from the service and constant worry about his Mom since his Dad died, threats from in-laws since his wife died, his brother wrecked his Chevy and he has custody of his sisters kid who’s a total fuck up.”

“RJ, I’m gonna talk to DNC, his life reminds me of that song by the ‘BAND’ you know, ‘The Weight’.” “What you gonna say to him NF?” “I’m gonna tell him, ‘when bitches won’t love you, friends don’t know you and pills don’t fix you, FUCK IT! Pack your bags, hit the road and FUCK IT! Mail the bills, call the job, tell the world to kiss your ass and FUCK IT! That’s what I’m gonna tell him.”





Thanks NF.

RJ

Strip Clubs, Sex Fantasies and Fetishes

A Strip Club Story

It was a beautiful autumn night in the foothills of the Smokey Mountains, the clean air with the smell of leaves giving fragrance to the awe inspiring starry evening at moonrise.

The Welder had left a half cup of Shine for me and Bear (doesn’t sound like a lot but you must water it down or chase it with at least a pint of anything else or your insides will catch fire and you will toss up everything as your eyes spin like a roulette wheel).

We sat on the wrap around wood deck taking in the evening as a fire in the chimnea warmed our bones on the cool, crisp but comfortable eve as the half moon shadow of the Smokey’s testified of God’s Majesty in this glorious southern night. Star came out with some treats to munch on with a beer, two glasses and a bottle of wine. Bear spanked Star’s fanny as she struck a pose with her posterior to his face.

“I’ll get my lap dance later, I gotta get more duck tape, wire ties and my cat o’ nine tails…I want to make sure I get as happy as you do” said Bear as he popped open another beer. I laughed and said, “right Bear, like you know how to use a whip.” “Would you like to find out? I’ll show you just how good I can use a whip and remember, we’re in the South.” After pouring Star and myself some of the spicy Australian Syrah, I spoke up.

“You know Bear hear in the South engaging in that kind of fetish satisfaction might be illegal, like having sex outside the missionary position and remember, God sees everything” I said sipping my wine. Bear, took a long drag on his cigar and went on the attack, “SO GOD SEE’S EVERYTHING, LIKE HE SAW YOU ON THE NIGHT OF MY BACHELOR PARTY. LETS TALK ABOUT FETISHES AND FUCK BEHAVIOR REV” said Bear. While he took a sip of beer, I tried to break in.

“Lets not talk about that, it was your Bachelor Party…..” Bear put his hand up like a Black Bear on a territorial attack. “NO, WE’RE TALKING ABOUT THIS. LET ME REFRESH YOUR MEMORY, MY BELOVED PREACHER”.

“BEAR, Star really doesn’t want to hear this stuff”. “Yes I DO, I want to hear everything” said Star as her eyeballs locked on me like I had been caught with my hand in my pants.

Bear got started testifying “well we were at the “Runway” near Kennedy Airport. First we took in at least five floor shows and while me Biker Bob, Sweet Lou, and Jiggy were stuffing dollar bills as close to all that sweet smelling pussy as we could, you disappeared.”

OK, THAT’S ENOUGH, I don’t need to be reminded….then in unison they said SHUT UP! “I really want to hear this” said Star as he motioned for me to refill her glass.

“When we found him, the one little Russian wench had her hot ping bikini top down playing with her tits while the Filipino with the long black hair had her hand massaging you dick. Both were in mini skirts with bikini tops in those 4 inch fuck me pumps that made their ass cheeks quiver like a synchronized earthquake. It was my bachelor party and you were getting all the attention” Bear then relit his cigar.


“Look Bear we made sure you had two women, remember…” Star’s head swung toward Bear and said “You told me you had only one dancer paying any attention to you.” Bear made a sour face, “Lets not get off the subject here, we’re talking about RJ, my spiritual advisor who had his tongue working overtime on some Latina clit.” “Wait, you said there was a Russian and Filipino dancer Bear”, said Star as her eyes bugged.

“That was the first time we found him in the dark. The next time he was with this Latina who had her panties pulled down in front of his face, she was moaning like a moose and shaking like a bobble head doll in a lowrider.

DON’T INTERRUPT ME EITHER OF YOU, IT GETS BETTER. My dear friends set me up with two women one hot Jamaican girl and a little Irish honey who did dance in front of me, but only one gave me special attention. Ask me where the Irish dancer went?”

Of course Star had to ask “where”? Bear coughed and said, “not with Biker Bob, Sweet Lou, or Jiggy…when we found her in her skin tight green teddy with her nipples so hard you could suck them through her see though clothes, she the Latina and the Filipino had RJ surrounded. He was on his knees as they danced in front of his face, he had is hands behind his back as a freaky Belizean was on her knees behind him with her hand down his pants giving him the rub of a lifetime.”

“Finished Bear? Like I really needed to hear all that, I was there remember?” Star looked at me shaking her head, saying “I can’t believe you were so wild…so, so, naughty. I didn’t think you had it in you, you’re a freak!” “I didn’t do anything, the rules were you couldn’t touch the dancers Star, Bear knows that.” “You didn’t have to touch them they had their hands and other body parts all over you” said Bear.

“We all have our favorite or particular kind of freaky fun. So get off my case about whips RJ, besides Star likes the way I use the whip.” “RJ, Bear and I need to find you a woman who can really get you to turn loose…I think you’ve been lonely too long.” Thanks for volunteering to find me trouble, the women down here have shotguns in their vehicles along with nylon rope and duck tape…I’ll pass on the offer, thank you.”

Star and her lap dog, Nova, went in for the night and Bear wasn’t that far behind them. “Enjoy your night of fetish fun Bear.” “I need to take my pain medication first or I’ll never get up tomorrow RJ. Good night.” I stayed up for a while and had a little more wine thinking of my late wife and the fun we had all the time. The bachelor party was about three years after she passed. I remember letting go a little too much.

I still hurt, I still miss my wife, its been 10 years now. I need a hooker or a shrink. It would be nice to find a woman who’s a whole lot of both.

RJ

NF Sends Spyware Warning

NF Pluto Reports




'SPYWARE' WARNING - this is serious!
Be careful. Some asshole may be watching you!

No Saturday Afternoon Brew

Some things never change.

If you remember back to the Bossman days, Shelly would sometimes show up late or not at all. This was one of those situations. I heard she got all messed up the night before, didn't sleep and decided that she wasn't going to work that Saturday.

The Old Crew really like Shelly so, as we can see for ourselves now (not to disrespect our friend, we must question the regard she has for anyone but herself.) She knew her crowd would be waiting for her at the Lounge on Saturday but didn't feel it was important enough to pull herself together to be there.

Do we assume she's been making enough money to pay off ‘her masters’? She has been slacking off where the Lounge is concerned, who knows why? I talked to a few folks who figure maybe its an attempt to distance herself from the owner, his staff and all his bullshit. Do we blame her for that? She shouldn't bite the hand that feeds her (The Old Crew).

Is this a total lack of responsibility on Shelly’s part regarding Saturday? Can we believe that it won't happen again? Next time she should warn people to call first so they don't waste their time or gas. Although when I saw Shelly last, she asked me to come down to see her and this in front of Cary and Ruby. So is this really our fault (the Old Crew)?

Esmerelda really needs to watch out for the bar and the owner. I was in the Lounge Thursday night and three people were smoking at the bar and minors (them under 21) were being served drinks. I mentioned it to the bar tender and to the Smokers who said to me, "homes its cool, I know the owner and he's my home boy".

One of these days someone is going to call up on her regarding the underage drinking and the smoking and shit will really hit the fan. Until then, well, we'll just bide our time and watch the Titanic sink on its own. Who needs the bullshit?

To all who care, word is Bridie O's in Inwood is a pretty good place to hang. They serve good bar food. I heard chicken tidbits, the steak tidbits the Shepherd's Pie. All were excellent.

Let me know what’s going on.

RJ

IPV - What is the problem?

In the IPV post at thehappeningz.com I put out there some realities that many people don't want to deal with.

It was a public service announcement that is usually put out once every six weeks or so to help people who hang out or 'live the night life' to make sensible decisions and see their world through a more realistic lens so to bring their party time as well as their 'carnal existense' into focus.

I got some really outstanding responses via e-mail by a woman who didn't want to hear any of this stuff in her good time bar blog. I got another response from a bar tender who was really thankful for the information and found that it shed light on things in her world and in her past that she didn't have an answer for until now.

So since the IPV post didn't get a big response on thehappeningz.com web site but a ton of e-mail to the editor I have to ask the questions:

Did the subject of IPV (Intimate Partner Violence) hit a nerve with you?

If so, why?

How many people do you know that are in some way affected or live with being violated, humiliated, physically, emotionally or verbally abused by their partner?

Did you ever see a person engage in Intimate Partner Violence?

Did you ever wonder what to do for a person enduring Intimate Partner Violence?

Did you personally ever feel guilty or responsible for someone being violated, humiliated, physically, emotionally or verbally abused by their partner?

Do you know of any 'same sex' relationships in which one partner engages in violating, humiliating, physically, emotionally or verbally abusing by their partner?

Click 'comments' at the bottom of this post and vent your view!

RJ

Welcome

It is with great fanfare we welcome all 1762Broadway.com fans and followers to The Happeningz. We have incorporated the staff into this new site along with their graphix people and their editorial staff.

There will be new overview and this site will have items for sale very shortly that will be a benefit for your entertainment pursuits.The purpose of this site will not change. We look forward to working with the old staff and will continue to offer a very mature but hip web site for those who want choices in their nightlife. Operational control of the site will remain with the 1762Broadway staff for the near future.

This particular blog will deal with the harder topics associated with the bar scene and will be a forum for both commentary and experiences. This will be a place to share things that are a bit heavier than shopping for a bar.

This site is linked to www.thehappeningz.com. This

Yours truly

RJ