{"id":11332,"date":"2025-03-08T09:49:16","date_gmt":"2025-03-08T17:49:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/?p=11332"},"modified":"2025-03-10T08:00:58","modified_gmt":"2025-03-10T15:00:58","slug":"here-comes-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/?p=11332","title":{"rendered":"Here Comes The Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

“I used up my chemical peace of mind,” he thinks. “I can’t process information anymore.” He rolls a cigarette between his fingers, and thinks about her eyes. “They were black, like a doll’s eyes. She’d pull her hair back when she worked in the kitchen. Tie it up like a knot. I loved looking at her ass in jeans. The way those creases, those lines, those desires would converge between her legs. Twas magical. A turn on.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t remember her name. I pretty much only remember she was tall, slender, with a very muscular build. I found out later she was an officer in the Air Force. A pilot, I think. We met at Thursday Night Wine at Forno’s in Gold River. Gig, a culinary friend of mine, and I would go to spend time with Carlo, and Jenn, and Babbs; and, to be honest, it was one of the few places we snobs could still find bottles of Orin Swift’s Mercury Head<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Gran\u00e1 Louise; ‘Lead Foot Mama’<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She was my first tantric experience. Forno closed around 10:00PM, I showed up around 11:00PM, met her around midnight, and we left around 2:00AM. She wanted to get laid, so I took her back to my then apartment. The Sungarden Apartments, across the street from a cemetery, where I repeatedly made love to her until the sun rose, until we could see each other’s eyes in that morning light. Utter amazement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We met at Taka’s a few days later. She had an offer for me. She wanted to make it a regular thing. She confessed that she was married; that her house backed up against my apartment; that she could see my apartment window from her second story bedroom window; that she looked at my apartment window and thought about me while fucking her husband; that she’s been touching herself while looking at my apartment window. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

—ooOoo—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A little nonsense to start my morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, this calendar year was determined and decided to be a year of great personal transformation and change;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, considerable time and work were spent purging the past, including any and all people, places, and things from the past;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, all wounds have been addressed, and all roles and failures identified, revealing many areas and spaces for healing;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, we’re all outta fucks to give, having hit a certain age, noting that some people were only meant to be chapters for memories;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, we hold no ill will toward anyone, and we wholeheartedly embrace the lyrics: “That it wasn’t really wasted time;”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, all amends to be made have been made, with most surely more to come as they become reasonably available in time;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHEREAS, we’re exhausted from the mirage of reaching out in response to events, only to feel that pain of it being an act of futility;<\/p>\n\n\n

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Roscoe Chenier; ‘Next Time You See Me’<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

NOW, THEREFORE, in consideration of the mutual covenants, agreements, and representations contained herein, and for other good and valuable consideration, the receipt and adequacy of which is hereby acknowledged by all, with good cause appearing, I declare as follows:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m not gonna contact anyone from the past anymore. If we haven’t directly communicated on or after January 1, 2025, I’m gonna consider all of those chapters closed. Every ending is a new beginning, as they say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This holds true with The Vibe. Doesn’t matter if something keeps popping up. Doesn’t matter if something comes up in conversation. Doesn’t matter if something is said while bumping into an old friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If The Vibe wants an interaction, then let that interaction come to me. I’ve done my part. I’m exhausted with continued acts of futility. There will be no more. If not already, I end those chapters here and now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the State of California that the above is most definitely true and correct, and I shall no longer humiliate myself in such sad, pathetic, unnecessary ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So help me god – lol<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“I used up my chemical peace of mind,” he thinks. “I can’t process information anymore.” He rolls a cigarette between his fingers, and thinks about her eyes. “They were black, like a doll’s eyes. She’d pull her hair back when she worked in the kitchen. Tie it up like a knot. I loved looking at … Continue reading Here Comes The Sun<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[2697,2698,16,19,2699,2552,1910],"class_list":["post-11332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ramblings","tag-grana-louise","tag-lead-foot-mama","tag-neuroticattorney","tag-neuroticattorney-com","tag-next-time-you-see-me","tag-ramblings","tag-roscoe-chenier"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11332"}],"version-history":[{"count":27,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11332\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11371,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11332\/revisions\/11371"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}