Chapter 1: In the Beginning

In the Beginning


Let’s see, it all began on a beautiful spring day, in the heart of the ATL, in underground Atlanta. I remember like it was yesterday. Yeah…I just applied to this Tex-Mex restaurant for a job as a bar back. Yeah…that’s right, it was the year 1991— the Bush era was upon us. My name is Rico; you see I had just moved here from Illinois. I had just withdrawn from college there, and transferred down to Atlanta to go to The Art Institute of Atlanta. I was majoring in communications while attending Southern Illinois University at Carbondale and decided to get in the music business program they had at The Art Institute of Atlanta. At that time, I didn’t have too much going on, you know when you are young you can’t seem to make up your mind and that was the case in my situation. I hadn’t quite figured out what I was going to do with my life yet, but this music program sure had my attention. The program entailed learning the specifics of becoming a recording engineer; you know running the board creating, mixing and mastering music. The program had my interest so much so that I picked up and moved to Atlanta to investigate further.

I remember making a deal with my father in regards to paying for the school. They wanted $40,000 to attend a two-year program in recording engineering. That was $20,000 a year. I was attending SIU for practically little to nothing in comparison due to the fact that my father was on staff there as a clinical psychologist. I wonder sometimes how things would have worked out if I had stayed and finished school there. Never mind—I have no regrets.

So there I was filling out the application at this Tex-Mex joint for a bar back position. The restaurant was located on the bottom floor of underground Atlanta in the corner. Adjacent to the right if you were standing looking out of the doorway there was a pub called Groundhogs and to the left there was a bar called The Shark Bar. As you walk into the Tex-Mex restaurant/bar you have to wade through a wall of smoke, and to the left there was this nice long bar where patrons could sit and enjoy a smoke and shoot the shit, among other things. To continue further, straight inside, you venture into the most festive scenery you could imagine. There were tasteful wall hangings of sombreros that stretched for miles, with the gold thread interlaced and intricately weaved. Then there were the vibrant splashes of color from the native fabric of Mexico that were placed strategically throughout the establishment. Did I mention the piñatas that were placed here and there, all throughout the restaurant, which added to that authentic look? As you ventured further ahead you would run into the hole they called the manager’s office, which resembled a closet. If you were to follow that hallway you would pass the kitchen and come to a set of stairs that would lead you to the upstairs bar. I spent the majority of my time at the upstairs bar, where Tonya was stationed.

Now a bar back simply stocks the bar with supplies. You know, with whatever the bartender needs: ice, lemons, limes, clean glasses, etc. Well, they had a lot of cool bartenders there, and the wait staff was alright, too. Hey, I can’t forget the cooks, if it wasn’t for them there wouldn’t be a Stacks—that was what we nicknamed the place. The manager, however, was a real dick not to mention an alcoholic. You could find him any given night, slurring his words and hitting on the female wait staff and the bartenders or anything that had two legs and was of the female persuasion. If I remember correctly his name was David or Dave, hell who knows.

So, it was there at Tortilla Stacks that I met my baby; in a Tex-Mex sports bar in underground Atlanta. Of all places right, you just never know where you will find that one. As I recall, looking back in time, I never took notice of her. You see, I had just gotten out of a pretty intense relationship where this young lady tried to get me to marry her. I just wasn’t with it. I just wanted to have a good time like all twenty-year-olds, right! So, I was pretty emotionally drained and was intent on focusing on getting my life together and remaining in school and living my life drama-free.
I wasn’t too excited; hell, I wasn’t even entertaining jumping into another relationship anytime soon. Well, nothing serious that is, well fate would have it another way. No regrets, baby, no regrets!


Let me tell you about Tonya—what a natural beauty to behold. It killed me that this woman used very little makeup. Eventually, I found myself more times than not attracted to her, because she didn’t attract attention to herself with all the superficial hoopla. She could grab and hold your attention by the sum of her beauty and sparkling personality.

So, Tonya was a bartender at Tortilla Stacks and fate would have it that I was her bar back. She was so cool to work with, real laid back, not very demanding, or so I thought, but I’ll save that can of worms for later in the story—just hold your damn horses. So, as I was saying, Tonya and I got along pretty cool. Despite her attractiveness I never gave her a second glance due to me just getting out of a relationship, not to mention she was a little skinny. Just to put to rest of any notions of me being prejudiced, I am here to tell you I am not. I was raised by two open-minded Hipsters who instilled in me the value of accepting people by the fruit of their labors and actions. It’s a proven method when judging your peers who have the gift of gab and the charm and charisma to go with it.

So I figure it was at least a month into the gig before I started getting comfortable with the staff and began hanging out with them after work. For those of you who have ever worked at a restaurant, you know all about the after-work spot the crew frequently attends to chill out and get their drink on. Well, there was this one particular night we got off and headed over to The Shark Bar—which was literally a stone’s throw away from the Stacks. There was a decent crowd there when we arrived, and they were passing out shooters like there was no tomorrow. In no time, I found myself on the dance floor having a real good time. I recall dancing with Tonya a couple of times, and the girl could move. I remember telling myself that she had better watch herself because we were getting a little freaky, and the way they were passing those shooters out I was in the frame of mind to back it up. Well, it would seem I wasn’t the only one thinking that way. The night was sealed with adventurous hands and intense lip lock.

Now, Tonya was twenty-three at the time and had nice silky smooth clear skin with long, luxurious, auburn-red hair, about 5’5”, probably weighing in at 118lbs, small chest, slim build, with medium-thick luscious lips like candy. She is very pleasing to look at and on top of all that, a great conversationalist. She carried herself with a level head and with purpose. From that point on I had no problem getting to work. Hell baby—what’s my motivation! Oh, there were plenty of nights after work, that intense, deep conversation was shared between the two of us. We would get lost into each other with the holding of hands, the staring into each other eyes, time would stand still. After work in the evening, I would get a ride from her to the house. During that time period I was staying with my mom due to the fact I just moved to Atlanta, so we were limited to kisses and heavy petting.
I recall one night arriving at the house and we were not quite ready to call it a night. So we struck up this conversation regarding, hell, the state of the nation and world affairs and umm…from there we Uhh! Well, it went a little something like this.
The seats in the car were reclined in the downright position as far as they would go, I had her straddle me face forward as I grabbed the steering wheel and begin to shift her gears from first to fifth, up and down, slowly working the gears to insure they were engaged fully before shifting to the next one. The damn windows were so foggy we had to turn the defroster on. Oh shit, it just didn’t get any better than that. Now I should put a warning out there that kids, you should not try this at home—only seasoned professionals with hours of driving time can reproduce this without causing an accident.

I was twenty at the time and to get action on a regular basis was no problem. But as a good friend of mine put it, there is a difference between quantity and quality. The quality of action was on another level I’m here to tell you, this woman knew what she was doing and it didn’t take long before I was sprung. That’s right guys—no shame in the game, I admit she had me.




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Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
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Author Reveals His Journey of Loving, Losing and Healing

Contact: Rachel Friedman, 727-443-7115 Ext 206
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A Love Lost

Author Reveals His Journey of Loving, Losing and Healing

While Alfred Lord Tennyson's theorem that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all is a noble sentiment, healing after you’ve lost is a difficult journey.

That’s the purpose of Rico Dasheem’s novel – A Love Lost, from CreateSpace (https://www.createspace.com/3375944) – a poignant retelling of his real-life turbulent romantic relationship that ended badly, and how he put his life back together after the fall. Dasheem tells his story, meant for anyone who finds themselves falling in or out of love, through a series of anecdotes, letters and poetry, including bits and pieces of his philosophy on life as well.

“There’s nothing like having a life-friend who is there with you thorough the thick and absolutely crazy things we put ourselves through,” he said. “A relationship like that is hard to find. When you do stumble across one or even nurture one to that level, do what it takes to maintain it.”

The journey began in a restaurant in Underground Atlanta where Dasheem worked in a bar restocking glasses and bottles for a young barmaid named Tonya, who soon became the love of his life. The two began a relationship that spanned eleven years.

Dasheem told of how he hopped from job to job, creating an air of instability for his family. He admitted to taking his wife for granted, and not supporting her as he should have. He also recounted an online relationship with an old girlfriend that caused mistrust to build between himself and Tonya. During the course of the relationship, he admitted to making business decisions that affected his family monetarily without consulting his wife. He expressed his sorrow at the loss of his relationship and accepted responsibility for his part in it.

Dasheem told of the pain and humiliation he felt during marriage counseling as his negative behaviors were laid bare to him. He was not, at the time, able to understand the damage he inflicted on his marriage.

‘It takes time, desire, and a willing attitude to admit flaws in one's character, and that day I was not moving,” he said. “The little distance that was coming between us acted as a spring board to the separation of our minds and eventually our hearts.”

Finding that marriage counseling could not work a miracle, the two decided to separate. Dasheem headed out to the west coast in an attempt to put distance between himself and Tonya, forgetting that he still could not run away from himself.

“Clearly I began to see the error of my ways and began to admit that I had faults,” he said. “This was the beginning of the real journey. If I had the courage to look, the will to understand, and the perseverance to continue, I would become a changed being. This was a turning point for me.”

Despite all that transpired, Dasheem’s love for Tonya never wavered. He continued to pine for his lost love and to agonize over the mistakes that were made. However, over time, Dasheem developed five steps to healing after losing a love:

• Denial: Be willing to confront issues
• Confront: By confronting issues you are seeking understanding
• Internalize: Process what you learned
• Forgiveness: Dissipate grudges and resentment. Forgive yourself and others.
• Continue your journey refreshed: Getting on with your life with a new perspective.

“Life is an illusion,” he said. “Nothing is for certain and nothing is promised. Enjoy your fleeting time here with your loved ones, let the trivial matters pass, and let the good times be stored in your heart. Life is short. Tomorrow is not promised to any man.”

About Rico Dasheem

Born and raised in Trenton, New Jersey, Rico has been writing since high school. “I discovered my writing talent during a high school project, in which I was asked to write a song. From that day forward, I became intrigued with being able to express myself as a writer, and seeker of truth.” This was the beginning of Rico keeping a daily journal. “I began to write poems, short stories and naturally progressed to writing books.”

To interview Rico Dasheem, or request a review copy of “A Love Lost “contact Rachel Friedman at (727) 443-7115 ext. 206 or email Rachel@NewsAndExperts.com Please include your name, publication, and mailing address with your request.



Live to learn to love
Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
so that you may live the life that you yearn.

Aint life grand!! Just had to write a letter, yeah remember those snail mail, to a long time friend explaining the facts about life with all its ups and downs. Its a hell of a ride either way. Just have to buckle in and enjoy the ride.

Live to learn to love
Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
so that you may live the life that you yearn.

To love is divine, whom do you love, and what do you love? A common misused word, love. What does it mean? Lust is not love, but simply a selfish gratification of one’s needs and desires.






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Love to live to learn
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Happiness: 3 amazing tips from the world's oldest case study

• by Yeah Dave (David Romanelli), on Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:29pm PDT




We’ve all heard countless studies, articles and TV interviews on happiness. But the other day I stumbled upon something that is just now being revealed to the media for the first time.* It's a 72 year old study that began all the way back in 1937 when 268 Harvard University sophomores were asked to participate in a study measuring “a formula-some mix of love, work, and adaptation-for a good life.” And while many of those who were college sophomores in 1937 are now dying or in their fading twilight, this study continues to be diligently maintained to this very day.

And never before has science been able to report such fascinating and thoroughly time-tested results on happiness. Following are 3 powerful lessons from this study.

1. Have a Healthy Outlet

So many of the people in this study seemed to have all their ducks in a row. In their prime years in the 1950’s and 1960’s, they were making big money in powerful careers. They had beautiful families and lived in idyllic neighborhoods. Oddly enough, later in life, many of these fortunate people ended up breaking down mentally and physically. Why? If one didn’t have a healthy outlet for their fears, nerves, and struggles, it was only a matter of time before repressed demons erupted to the surface. The happiest people in this study had a healthy outlet. They were altruistic or had a rich sense of humor. They funneled their issues into sport, “their lust into courtship.”

It’s something important to consider. As the study proves, a human being can get away with sustaining daily nerves, fears, and doubts for a number of years. But ultimately, such a nervous nelly will crack. If you haven’t already, develop an outlet…find a sport, commit to helping others, lighten up, and laugh more often. A wise one said, "A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs, jolted by every pebble in the road."

2. Don’t Take Yourself Too Seriously

This study, as reported in Atlantic Magazine, was summed up beautifully by the journalist Joshua Shenk: “Herein lies the key to a good life--not rules to follow, nor problems to avoid-- but an engaged humility, an earnest acceptance of life’s pains and promises.”

In other words, one can only carry the burden of a big ego and lots of pride for so long before your proverbial knees will buckle. Don’t take life too seriously. We all have weaknesses. Do you really want to battle your dark side year after year? Or might it just be time to lay down your arms, take a deep breath, and enjoy life. It’s shorter than you think.

3. Happiness Must be Shared

The other night I was watching the movie adaptation of Into the Wild, the true story of Chris McCandless (see above photo which is a self-portrait found undeveloped in McCandless's camera after his death). Fed up with the rat race, McCandless graduated college in the early 1990's, left his worried parents in the dust, sold all his belongings, and ventured deep into the Alaskan wilderness. Before dying of starvation, he seemed to regret his isolationist ways and wrote these last words in his journal, “Happiness only real when shared.” According to the 72 year old study, McCandless was spot on. In the study, those who spent too much alone time ultimately struggled. The happiest subjects in the study were those who sustained meaningful, healthy relationships with friends and family. One can never give enough hugs, say enough "I love you's," and send enough "I miss you's." 

As I emphasize in my book and to my own crazy self each and every day: Livin' the good life is not fancy trips, and expensive jewels, and high brow country clubs. Rather, livin' the good life is livin' the moment!


*This study was reported in the media for the first time by ATLANTIC MAGAZINE, June 2009


by David Romanelli (www.yeahdave.com)

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Live to learn to love
Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
so that you may live the life that you yearn.

To love is divine, whom do you love, and what do you love? A common misused word, love. What does it mean? Lust is not love, but simply a selfish gratification of one’s needs and desires.






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Sexual

Infatuation



Oh, it was just the beginning. You can only go so far and do so much in a car. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy manual transmissions over automatics. It just seems you have more control with a manual versus an automatic. Also, it's the fluid motion involved when in synchronization. First, then second with a swift shift to third. I took the long way home to enjoy the scenery, and it feels so good coasting in fourth gear. I wasn't ready to go home just yet. I had a couple of twist and curves before I took it to the spot where it’s hot. This is where you find out what your real skills are made of. You have to know when to down shift so you don’t lose it all and when to pour it on to increase the adrenalin and excitement keeping your cool. One false turn at one of those hairpin curves, and you could lose it all. I waited to hear my baby’s engine purring before I released into fifth gear and took her home. Come to think of it, it’s almost as good as having great sex. I’m always game for new scenes and different venues. Our relationship at this point progressed to the point that we were an item at work. Coworkers were aware that we were seeing each other. You could say we were stuck at the hip. The guys from the kitchen staff would ask me if Tonya and I were kicking it. I made no qualms about it and would announce, “yeah she’s my woman.” Then I would ask them what gave it away in a cynical manner. Tonya rolled with it as well because she continued to strut her stuff without skipping a beat. As I recall, we got a couple of head-turns but nothing that presented itself as an immediate threat. Furthermore, to be blunt, it just wasn’t an issue at all for us being a couple.
Our relationship progressed to the point where we began to hang out more at her place. That wouldn’t seem like a big deal except for the fact that she was not alone. Tonya neglected to tell me that she had a four year old son Todd. I am tempted to believe that she brought Todd up to her job at Stacks for shock effect to see how I would react early on in the game. Women are always testing you out. Go ahead do what you do was my attitude. Nevertheless, I passed with cool intact. At first, I was a little taken back, but I was really digging Tonya and made the necessary adjustments. Besides, Todd was a good kid, and we kicked it off pretty good. My first night at her house we had drinks and played cards or did we? I believe it went a little something like we met at a neutral location then proceeded to her house. I thought it would be gentlemanly of me to prepare her a meal so we proceeded to the kitchen. She had mentioned on the way over to her house that she was love starved and voraciously hungry. This was not a problem. I’m pretty handy in the kitchen so it would be no problem for me to prepare a fulfilling meal and boy do I mean filling. In no time ,and I mean in no time I was able to prepare a healthy Italian delicacy. I usually don’t give out my recipe, but I’ll make an exception.
First, you start with a pound and a half of sausage, and let it simmer in a large skillet for a few minutes so it reaches the right temperature for the next ingredient. Generally, you want to rub the sausage down just right until it begins to expand. At this point, marinade the sausage with about a cup of fruit of your choice. A fruit that produces an abundance of juice such as a mango, mandarin orange, plum, or peach are preferred. Some people don’t like to get their hands messy, but it will require that you rub the sausage ever so gently in the fruit juice so that the sausage is enveloped in the juice thoroughly. Let it simmer for a minimum of fifteen minutes. I would say the maximum time to simmer is between thirty and forty-five minutes depending on your endurance level and how hungry you are. It is crucial that you do this right because this is what produces the climatic dish that it is. If prepared correctly, the guest being served will ask for a second helping because it’s so good. I personally enjoy this dish so much that I usually lap the juices from the fruit. My experience has been, if you position the fruit just right and nibble ever so gently, the juices will begin flowing enough so that you can begin to marinade the sausage effortlessly. For now I’m going to keep the recipe a secret.
After dinner we enjoyed a glass of wine and a night vigil on the patio in each other’s arms. The relationship progressed to the point that we could not be apart from each other on a regular basis.
As time progressed, we began to get closer and our bond grew stronger. We would sit on the bed and stare into each other’s eyes to see who could out stare the other. I would like to add something that happened which was quite extraordinary. One night we decided to go to bed early so we laid down to sleep. We usually snuggle up together in each other’s arms and fall out. Well, that night we had the most sexual spiritual experience that you could imagine. From what I recall, Tonya and I were naked holding each other intimately making slow passionate love that feels so good that you fall in a trance. Immersed and lost in each other’s embrace our eyes convulsed in the back of our heads as we merged together with each slow silky stroke of passion. Each stroke intensified as we deeply .................

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Ran across this thought I would share with you!! uncommonly common knowledge!

8 Toxic personalities to avoid

by Brett Blumenthal - Sheer Balance, on Wed May 13, 2009 8:01am PDT

Although we like to think that the people in our lives are well-adjusted, happy, healthy minded individuals, we sometimes realize that it just isn't so. Personally, I've had moments where I'll be skipping through my day, happy as can be, thinking life is grand and BAM, I'll be blindsided by someone who manages to knock the happy wind out of my sails. Sometimes it is easy to write it off and other times, not so much.

Maybe you are a positive person, but when you are around a certain individual, you feel negative. Or, maybe you have an idealistic view of the world and when you are with certain people, you are made to feel silly, unrealistic or delusional. Or, maybe you pride yourself in being completely independent and in control of your life, but when you are around a certain family member, you regress into a state of childhood.

Some of these situations, and yes, these people, can have a tremendously negative impact on our lives. And, although we are all human and have our 'issues,' some 'issues' are quite frankly, toxic. They are toxic to our happiness. They are toxic to our mental outlook. They are toxic to our self-esteem. And they are toxic to our lives. They can suck the life out of us and even shorten our lifespan.
Here are the worst of the toxic personalities out there and how to spot them:
1. Manipulative Mary: These individuals are experts at manipulation tactics. Is a matter of fact, you may not even realize you have been manipulated until it is too late. These individuals figure out what your 'buttons' are, and push them to get what they want.
• Why they are toxic: These people have a way of eating away at your belief system and self-esteem. They find ways to make you do things that you don't necessarily want to do and before you know it, you lose your sense of identity, your personal priorities and your ability to see the reality of the situation. The world all of a sudden becomes centered around their needs and their priorities.

2. Narcissistic Nancy: These people have an extreme sense of self-importance and believe that the world revolves around them. They are often not as sly as the Manipulative Marys of the world, but instead, tend to be a bit overt about getting their needs met. You often want to say to them "It isn't always about you."
• Why they are toxic: They are solely focused on their needs, leaving your needs in the dust. You are left disappointed and unfulfilled. Further, they zap your energy by getting you to focus so much on them, that you have nothing left for yourself.

3. Debbie Downers: These people can't appreciate the positive in life. If you tell them that it is a beautiful day, they will tell you about the impending dreary forecast. If you tell them you aced a mid-term, they'll tell you about how difficult the final is going to be.
• Why they are toxic: They take the joy out of everything. Your rosy outlook on life continues to get squashed with negativity. Before you know it, their negativity consumes you and you start looking at things with gray colored glasses yourself.

4. Judgmental Jims: When you see things as cute and quirky, they see things as strange and unattractive. If you find people's unique perspectives refreshing, they find them 'wrong'. If you like someone's eclectic taste, they find it 'disturbing' or 'bad'.
• Why they are toxic: Judgmental people are much like Debbie Downers. In a world where freedom rings, judgment is sooo over. If the world was a homogeneous place, life would be pretty boring. Spending a lot of time with these types can inadvertently convert you into a judgmental person as well.

5. Dream Killing Keiths: Every time you have an idea, these people tell you why you can't do it. As you achieve, they try to pull you down. As you dream, they are the first to tell you it is impossible.
• Why they are toxic: These people are stuck in what is instead of what could be. Further, these individuals eat away at your self-esteem and your belief in yourself. Progress and change can only occur from doing new things and innovating, dreaming the impossible and reaching for the stars.

6. Insincere Illissas: You never quite feel that these people are being sincere. You tell a funny story, they give you a polite laugh. You feel depressed and sad and they give you a 'there, there' type response. You tell them you are excited about something and you get a very ho-hum response.
• Why they are toxic: People who aren't sincere or genuine build relationships on superficial criteria. This breeds shallow, meaningless relationships. When you are really in need of a friend, they won't be there. When you really need constructive criticism, they would rather tell you that you are great the way you are. When you need support, they would rather see you fail or make a fool of yourself.

7. Disrespectful Dannys: These people will say or do things at the most inappropriate times and in the most inappropriate ways. In essence, they are more subtle, grown up bullies. Maybe this person is a friend who you confided in and uses your secret against you. Maybe it is a family member who puts their busy-body nose into your affairs when it is none of their business. Or maybe, it is a colleague who says demeaning things to you.
• Why they are toxic: These people have no sense of boundaries and don't respect your feelings or, for that matter, your privacy. These people will cause you to feel frustrated and disrespected.

8. Never Enough Nellies: You can never give enough to these people to make them happy. They take you for granted and have unrealistic expectations of you. They find ways to continually fault you and never take responsibility for anything themselves.
• Why they are toxic: You will spend so much time trying to please them, that you will end up losing yourself in the process. They will require all of your time and energy, leaving you worn out and your own needs sacrificed.
All of these personalities have several things in common. 1) the more these people get away with their behavior, the more they will continue. 2) Unfortunately, most of these people don't see that what they do is wrong and as a result, talking to them about it will fall on deaf ears, leaving you wondering if you are the crazy one. 3) Most of these people get worse with age, making their impact on you stronger with time.
Frankly, life is too short to spend your time dealing with toxicity. If you can, avoid spending mucho time with people who are indicative of these behaviors and you'll feel a lot happier. Have you encountered these personalities? What have you done? Any personalities you would add?





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Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
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A little break from the book and a discussion on people and relations. You ever just think you know someone because you may have known them for awhile and tend to think that you know this person inside and out. You know they are close and supposedly transparent. Never make that mistake unless you know you know you know somebody like they have given you their kidney, or their left eyeball or better yet their right testicle.
Now let me preface this I am not saying that these drastic measures are necessary in order to know where you stand with a person. I am simply making a point at how fickle and trifling man has become over the years in regards to humanity. whatever happened to the respect for life and all things living ,whatever happened to blood pacts, and friendships that lasted any situation.

Now we all understand that these realtionships have to be cultivated, nurtured and take time to be tested tried and true.

With that being said try those that you have and cherish those that are true..








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Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
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A Night on the Town

Chapter 5 Excerpt


A Night on the Town

Two years had gone by and I’m no longer working at Tortilla Stacks nor is Tonya. She was employed at Stacks as a part-time bartender to make extra money to make ends meet. I landed a job at Atlanta Journal Constitution as an independent contractor selling newspapers door to door. What a joy! Not really. I did not enjoy selling anything door to door but just trying it out at the time. It was at this job that I was able to make some decent money, meet some cool people, as well as make some real good friends.
In particular, was this cat named Domino. He was one of the supervisors for the sales team.
I actually met him through his brother who was a good friend of a friend. Anyway, he invited me to work on the sales team which was pretty convenient due to the fact that I was in between jobs. My day started out around 4 pm. with a meeting to establish our sales goals and then hit the streets. We had a tight crew of salesmen mostly young cats out to make a few bucks. Domino was a cool laid-back kind of guy who wasn’t too demanding but knew how to get the results he needed to make it worth his while.
While at my new job I saw a lot of guys come and go. In the sales game, you can either take rejection or not-plain and simple. It was common to see a high turnover rate because there were a lot of guys who did not last long. It is interesting what life can teach you. I must say that the job hardened me. Believe me, if you knock on many, many doors enough times while getting turned down and continue to press on, it will make you a solid salesman. My whole attitude was that the next door was the sale I needed to put me over the top. It took a lot of steadfastness and ambition to make money. Yes, you definitely could make some money selling the paper. There were some guys making decent paychecks, and I was holding my own. While selling the paper I had the pleasure of meeting Aaron who was also a sales rep for the Atlanta Journal. Aaron was a smooth talking Filipino kid and had a way with the women. There were a couple of times I walked with him on his route just to check out his spill. Sometimes, if your day just wasn’t up to par, we would pair off and try to get each other motivated to finish the day with some decent sales numbers.
It was common for the guys to get together and grab a bite to eat after work and hang out before calling it a night. Well, one night Aaron and I decided to go out on a double date. He would bring his girl and I would bring my girl Tonya. It sounded like a good idea. So, we made arrangements and met at a neutral location and began our night. We partied the night away. We hit a couple of clubs and danced the night away. Tonya is a real good dancer and liked to get her party on. We danced till about three or four in the morning. From the club, we made our way to R. J. Thomas for a late night snack, and everything was going splendid. The ladies were having a good time, we ordered our food, and recapped about the evening. I was drinking beer all night so by this time I had to piss like a race horse and excuse myself to use the restroom. At this particular restaurant, they had unisex restrooms. Of course I found this out after the fact. Anyway, I’m in the bathroom doing my thing when this young female walks in, looks me in the eye, and closes the door. I’m at a loss for words right about now and really ......


Live to learn to love
Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
so that you may live the life that you yearn.

Memoirs of A Love Lost: PREFACE: Love 2 Live 2 Learn

–PREFACE˜

Love to Live to –Learn—

To love is divine, whom do you love, and what do you love? A common misused word, love. What does it mean? Lust is not love but simply a selfish gratification of one’s needs and desires.

Love the super-glue of the universe. It’s the unbridled raw energy that attracts and binds opposites in the dance of life. Atoms—the building blocks of life—are constantly making love, courting one another in such a frenzied state that they give birth to matter. The essence of our beings, the essence of our world, our foundation, is love.

It is simple to appreciate yet hard to grasp life and its meaning. Simple in the sense that when you look at Mother Nature, say a manifestation of a hundred-year-old oak tree, yes it’s a massive tree, a huge majestic wondrous beauty to behold. You don’t try to understand the tree, but simply appreciate it for what it represents another handiwork of the creator that co-exists here among us. So in that respect I have stopped asking the unattainable why’s of life; you know the why’s that you know you just have to accept—keep asking but don’t pull your hair out attempting to unlock their secrets. I adopted the attitude,”Learn through appreciation of your surroundings whatever they may be, for it is the miracle of life you were granted”. Have faith to live to love, and in return you will love to live.

To live—live is a verb, an action word. So living involves activity. There was no mention of being a spectator, watching others being active. You know how you sit passively; vegetating in front of a tube watching reality TV. It kills me to see life wasted; there is so much you have not yet tasted. Never take life for granted, here today gone tomorrow. Live each day as if it were your last. Live your life with passion and zest. What you put into it is surely what you will get out of it. I’m simply sharing what I learned while living to love this life I lead.

Everyday is a learning experience. Everyday is a new experience, to have lived, to have learned, to have mastered. The cycles of learning, of living life; involve repeating experiences over and over until they are implemented with some degree of satisfaction; to warrant further movement along the path. If at first you don’t succeed try; and try and try and try again. At some point if you find yourself in the same predicament repeatedly over and over, stop and take the time to learn from your actions. Learn to live; live to learn so that you may lead the life you yearn.

To love is divine; to live is an expression of love. My mother would always say if you are going to partake in any venture do it to the best of your ability. To live life comes naturally—anyone can do it. But to master your life requires that you become a student so that you are constantly learning. I profess to know nothing and am simply a student in the arts of life.

I live to love my life learning, the unknown while striving to maintain and master the known. I live to love to learn, so that I am in a constant state of growth; my cup is never full nor is it empty.

I learn to live to love, for it is the foundation of life, thus the elixir that keeps us young. This is the famed

fountain of youth, love. It binds, it heals, it creates, and it is the essence, the manifestation of life.

Live to learn to love

Learn to love to live

Love to live to learn

so that you may live the life that you yearn.