I look into your eyes and I wonder...
What it would to hold you?
What it would be to feel your embrace?
What it would be like hold your hand?

To feel your warm smoothness again me...
To wake up to your smile...
To stare into your eyes at will...
To feel passion once again...

I feel the return stare into my soul and wonder no more.

-WTS

OK, so I'm at the local quicky-mart just getting ready to spring for
my swag that something occured that made wish that mental beatings
were a reality...

There was a youth not a shade older than twelve that bolted in the
store, cut in front of me, and demanded a calling card. He quickly dug
his money out of his pocket and paid for the card. That in itself is
not the reason for my ire.

Get this...

I finished my transaction and as I exited the store, I saw the line
jumper standing next to a Mercedes. Figuring that he was waiting for a
parent, I entered my vehicle and took a swig from my favorite soda. I
was kinda keeping an eye on the kid only because it was kinda late and
an adult was nowhere in sight.

He pulled out the keys and still my senses were angered at the missing
adult. I heard the engine turn over and happened to look over just in
time to see the kid put the Mercedes into reverse and back out...

It was then the my ire turned into fury. I turned my vehicle over and
tried to get out so I follow the kid to make sure he made it home and
have a mental lashing conversation with a guardian. However, by the
time I was clear the Mercedes was long gone and a series of thoughts
filtered through my head...

1. Calling the police would have been futile due to the fact that by
the time they showed up, the child would have been home. Plus, I did
not get the tags.

2. Someone has way too much money in the first place to be driving a
Mercedes let alone allowing an unlicensed child drive it.

3. Someone who gives a child the keys to a car loses the right to be a
parent and should be neutered instantly.

4. I am sure this was not the first time.

-WTS

Sometimes you see something in life that you have seen before and for
one reason or another it hits you really hard. I had an experience,
although many would consider it minor if not unmanly, that is still
haunting me and I wish it would leave.

Let me begin at the beginning.

I was driving home and I was coming around the corner and saw that a
young cat has been hit. I've seen pleanty of dead animals before its
just that this time the cat was struggling to get up and was in great
pain.

It tore me up inside horribly and because of the traffic I couldn't
turn around or stop to help it. Logically I know that the chances of
it surviving were almost zero. There is a part of, however believes in
stranger things have happened...

All of the way home, all I could think about is this small creature
that was in pain and probably dead. My manly side told me to quit
being such a wuss while logic was pounding me over and over that shit
happens. My mind's eye was focusing on the face of the cat and
dominating most of the jouney home.

I got home and the bitchy welcoming committee was waiting for me at the front
door. Dropping my stuff in the front hallway I picked him up and held
him with tears running into his fur. Mr.Man tolerated for this for a
bit and then grumbled that he needed food and whatever my mid-life
crisis problem was this time, that it could wait.

Breathing deeply, I grabbed his food bag and proceeded to obey his
command.

I am still thinking about that cat and wondering why this has hit me
so bad...

-WTS

I know I made this observation before, but I feel like making it again. People are fascinating to watch whenever they travel in packs. For an example, I love Halloween and everything that deals with the festival of the dead. I love watching people running around with their kids in the hopes that the loot haul will be better than last year. I love the fact that teens run around hoping to hold on to their crumbling youth while saying "Trick or Treat" with cracking voices. I even love the lazy ass chaperons who drive behind their celebrating kids.

Like I said people are funny...

Then are the men who love the fact that on this one day they can express the feminine side by dressing in drag complete with lace and net hosing. I find great joy that women hate to be outdone by the one-timer drag queens so they dress as trashy as possible and for one night enjoy looking that way. (For many it occurs more than that but I am being general)

They are funny only because the meaning of Halloween and The Day of the Dead is often lost in a sugar rush. Our nation has lost a lot of souls recently and we might want to take a moment to think, reflect and even light a candle...

-WTS