ABQ- Episode 15- Tsunami- Part 1 of 2

If you missed Episode one thru fourteen they are all scattered in the Sandbox. And have provided the links as well.
Episode 1- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=852037
Episode 2- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=860786
Episode 3- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=872510
Episode 4- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=879098
Episode 5 http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=885633
Episode 6- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=905614
Episode 7- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=925055
Episode 8- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=940471
Episode 9- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=954859
Episode 10- http://eccie.net/showthread.php?t=967986
Episode 11- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=973317
Episode 12- http://eccie.net/showthread.php?t=985678
Episode 13- http://eccie.net/showthread.php?t=1023202
Episode 14- http://eccie.net/showthread.php?t=1036669

Sorry this was to be the last episode but it was too long so had to make it a two-parter.

Otherwise none of this is going to make any fuckin sense. Drama...aint no drama like what ABQ has gone thru. Feel me? I suffer from dramaitis. Episodes must be read in order to understand what is going on.

Disclaimer…. This is for entertainment purposes only anything else that happens between the author and the reader is purely fictional in nature. This is a purely fictional dramatic tale End of Disclaimer

Earlier that Day 9:00 AM-

Sitting on the floor with only a towel beneath me as I have my legs spread together as far as I can. My hands are clasped together. Currently in a deep hymning mantra that includes deep breathing. There is nothing like this feeling of a deep calmness that overtakes one. A relaxation ten-fold. And just like that my concentration is broken.

“What are you doing”? Jamie Lynn asks and looking at me like ABQ is crazy. Slowly my relaxation is leaving my body. Still trying to remain calm at this woman interrupting my meditation session.

“It is 9:00 and time to discuss in more detail about my bridesmaid talent show.” Bridezilla says. “What was that horrible sound coming out of you?”

It is a type of Mantra to help guide me more to my spiritual side. Mantra means a sacred utterance, numinous sound, or a syllable, word, phonemes, or group of words believed by some to have psychological and spiritual power. Mantra may or may not be syntactic or have literal meaning; the spiritual value of mantra comes when it is audible, visible, or present in thought.

Earliest mantras were composed in Vedic times by Hindus in India, and those are at least 3000 years old. Mantras are now found in various schools of Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism and Sikhism. Similar hymns, chants, compositions and concepts are found in Zoroastrianism, Taoism, Christianity and elsewhere.

The use, structure, function, importance and types of mantras vary according to the school and philosophy of Hinduism and of Buddhism. Mantras serve a central role in the tantric school of Hinduism. In this school, mantras are considered equivalent to deities, a sacred formula and deeply personal ritual, and considered to be effective only after initiation. However, in other schools of Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism or Sikhism, this is not so.
“I do not want a history lesson…ok?” She barks back.

There has been a long, scholarly disagreement on the meaning of mantras and whether they are really instruments of mind as implied by the etymological origin of the word mantra. One school suggests mantras are mostly meaningless sound constructs, the other school suggests mantras are mostly meaningful linguistic instruments of mind. Both schools agree that mantras have melody, a well-designed mathematical precision in their construction, and their influence on the reciter and listener is similar to one observed on people around the world listening to their beloved music that is devoid of words.

So this guy named Stahl had a different take of mantras. He suggests that verse mantras are metered and harmonized to mathematical precision (for example, in the viharanam technique), which resonate, but a lot of them are hodge-podge meaningless constructs that is found in folk music around the world. Staal cautions that there are many mantras that can be translated and do have spiritual meaning and philosophical themes central to Hinduism, but that does not mean all mantras have literal meaning. He further notes that even when mantras do not have literal meaning, they do set a tone and ambience in the ritual they are recited, and thus have a straightforward and uncontroversial ritual meaning.

The sounds may lack literal meaning, but they can have an effect. He compares mantras to bird songs, that have the power to communicate, yet do not have a literal meaning. On saman category of Hindu mantras, which Staal calls as resembling the arias of Bach's oratorios and other European classics, he notes that these mantras have musical structure, but they almost always are completely different from anything in the syntax of natural languages known to man. Mantras are literally meaningless, yet musically meaningful to Staal. The saman chant mantras were transmitted, from one Hindu generation to next, verbally for over 1000 years, but never written, a feat suggests Staal that was made possible by the strict mathematical principles used in constructing the mantras. These saman chant mantras are also mostly meaningless, cannot be literally translated as Sanskrit or any Indian language, but nevertheless are beautiful in their resonant themes, variations, inversions and distribution. They draw the devotee in. Staal is not the first person to view Hindu mantras in this manner. The ancient Hindu Vedic ritualistic Kautsa was one the earliest scholars to note that mantras are meaningless; its function is phonetic and syntactic, not semantic. Now all that being said I have this to say to Stahl. I call motherfuckin bullshit.

“So Mz Jamie Lynn before we go about planning your day there is one more thing I like to say. It is because ABQ has been on a journey to find his spiritual side that things you say do not affect me much and this will allow you to have the best wedding you want. So you had your tangent the other day on “Mean Girls and now I will talk about Meditation.”

Jamie Lynn folds her arms together and with her left foot gently taps the ground over and over again. I can see her face getting a tad red. However she says nothing.

“Meditation is a practice in which an individual trains the mind or induces a mode of consciousness, either to realize some benefit or as an end in itself.

The term meditation refers to a broad variety of practices (much like the term sports) that includes techniques designed to promote relaxation, build internal energy or life force (qi, ki, prana, etc.) and develop compassion, love, patience, generosity and forgiveness. A particularly ambitious form of meditation aims at effortlessly sustained single-pointed concentration, single-pointed analysis, meant to enable its practitioner to enjoy an indestructible sense of well-being while engaging in any life activity.

The word meditation carries different meanings in different contexts. Meditation has been practiced since antiquity as a component of numerous religious traditions and beliefs. Meditation often involves an internal effort to self-regulate the mind in some way. Meditation is often used to clear the mind and ease many health issues, such as high blood pressure, depression, and anxiety. It may be done sitting, or in an active way—for instance, Buddhist monks involve awareness in their day-to-day activities as a form of mind-training. Prayer beads or other ritual objects are commonly used during meditation in order to keep track of or remind the practitioner about some aspect of the training.”

“I could go on and on from a history point of view of meditation but I will not bore you today. But know this without meditation in my life right now I would have not the patience, generosity and forgiveness to deal with you.”

“Well good morning to you too.” “Can we start now?”
I only nod my head in agreement. With that Jamie Lynn sits down and I do the same. I turn my head counter clockwise And after a minute rotate the other way.

“What are you doing?”
“I am relieving upcoming stress by you.” I say with a smile.
“I have thought long and hard about this Mr. ABQ and feel there is no other way. You need to use your connections to get Tina Fey at my wedding. Hear me out please before yelling once more at little ole me. Pink must be worn at my wedding and the only way to accomplish that is with Tina Fey’s blessing.” She now gives me a pouty look like that will work on me.

“Aint gonna happen.”
“Do you want me to call my daddy? I believe he has the power over you to make it happen.”
“You and your damn trump card. Why do you bring that up like two to three times every time I see you. Why can’t you compromise with me?” I say.
“Compromise is not in my vocabulary.”
“And you expect your marriage to last. Good luck with that.”

Just then the door opens and a good buddy of mine enters. Ohhh this is going to be good. He closes the door behind him. Jamie Lynn turns back and then to me with a horrific look on her face.
“Whats poppin soppin loppin ABQ?” He says in his pre-puberty voice.
He walks up to me as his long blonde hair looks a bit longer than last time I seen him. His jewelry weighs him down. But he has a medallion necklace of gold with a big ‘G”.
“Jamie Lynn I would like you to meet Tsunami, Son of Google.”
Tsunami has a tattoo on his forehead The first letter G is a royal Blue the two O’s are different colors. The first O is red, followed by yellow for the other O. The other G is also blue. The L and E are in grey.
Tsunami moves closer to Jamie. “Whats crackin lackin sexy mama jamma?” He then begins to snif her.
“How old are you?”

“Do not let my age fool you I am a love machine. Since you asked I am eight years old. Some have a problem with that so I get around that with the ladies by saying one of two things. That I am eight years old in dog years. Or that I was involved in a genetic experiment gone horribly wrong. Which is not far from the truth” Tsunami then goes back to sniffing her.

“Get away from me. You are eight years old. Oh my God how utterly disgusting and revolting this is.”

“You will come around my biatch!. Once I preach and let you know that I truly am the son of Google. Only then will you bow down to all that is glorious about me and suck my big cock.” He takes a step back and looks at her. He peels up her dress some. “Damn, look at that girl's thigh butt. I would just love to put my hand in that crease...or maybe just swipe my ATM card.”

“I think I am going to throw up.” Jamie Lynn puts her right hand to her mouth. Tsunami begins to sniff her again and looks down her pink blouse.”

“Ewwwwww get away from me. This cannot be real. This has to be a bad dream.” Jamie Lynn is utterly horrified.
“Its cool mama jamma I can tell you are half measure type of girl anyway.” Tsnaumi then turns to me. “Am I right ABQ?”
“Yep. Preach it!”

“ I can totally tell if she has kiddos she gonna be a facebook mommy. A mom who will spend 3 hours a night at the club, 10 hours a day asleep, 4 hours a day working, 2 hours a day shopping/eating/drinking coffee with her girls, an hour and a half showering and getting dressed, and 30 minutes with her kids taking useless selfies also known as usies" and posting to facebook using hashtags such as: #mykidsaremylife #allaboutthem #alldayandhappy #mommasangels.”

“Fuck you!” Was all Jamie Lynn says.

“I know you want to. Only problem for me is on occasion all I have to give is cum dust. I hate that motherfuckin shit. But at least I aint no ass hopper. Straight up dope Mississippi mudsliding to the opposite sex n shit!” He then goes back to sniffin her.

“Ok you are not a dog what kind of fetch are you doing?” Her voice raises.

Tsunami takes a step back and sits on a hard grey folding chair. “ Upon the many experimentations I had when I was about three was two microchips placed in my brain. One was in the thalamus which is situated between the cerebral cortex and the midbrain. And the other the Cerebellum that plays an important role in motor control. It may also be involved in some cognitive functions such as attention and language, and in regulating fear and pleasure responses. But the side effects of that is I have no fear and my pleasure responses are to the extreme. If I touch myself I get all excited. If a woman touches me instant hard on biatch! But here is the kicker and it is a side effect of that chip in my Cerebellum. I can snif a woman and tell is she has licked pussy in the past 99 hours. I refer to it as my “DarkMan” seventh sense.”

Jamie Lynn only shakes her head not believing a word of it. So of course ABQ needs to interject.

“Let me tell you a story my beloved client. I have a buddy whose last two girlfriends constantly lied to him and he found out they really liked woman. Turns out both were lesbians and just were with him for his money. So of course my buddy Alejandro Nadir Ruiz. For conversation purposes lets just refer to him by his nickname of Jandro. Anyway, he used his anger and also his cash to open up an anti-lesbian club In Boerne. So me and my cuz went there a few times. But first time I was there I see Tsunami outside. Now he was not the usually bouncer in the truest sense.

Jandro never told me where he found Tsuanami at but he used my boy as a deterrent for lesbian action. Jandro had this vision of only allowing straight chicks in his club where guys can fuck the shit out of them in the back. He used Tsunami to tell if the girls licked any pussy in the past 99 hours. Unfortunately, if a girl licked pussy 100 hours in the past the dude she was with was shit out of luck. There were straight girls in the club so Jandro had no problem not letting them in. His response was always the same when they were crying about not being able to get home. Call your lesbo girl to pick you up. Their response was but I am only bi. Jandro would say bi my ass and shut the door. I even heard some pissed off girl got mad at put the name of the club on The Dirty.”

“yeah right.” Was all Jamie Lynn says.

“So what about it Tsunami has she licked any cactus lately, gone muff diving, polish the floorboards or licked some meat wallet, licked a Badly packed kebab, went down on the baby cannon, went to the cave of wonders, partake in some pink taco, did some licky licky with beef curtains?”

“None in 99 hours.” Tsunami says giving her a wink. “I have nothing against girls that lick pussy but Jandro think Lesbians is the root of all evil.”

“How did you get a name like Tsunami anyway?” Jamie Lynn says as she moves her hand from her mouth and at the same time to obviously change the subject.

“When people see me it is much like I think this is an appropriate use of the word, for the shock and awe. I bring an inundated way with complexity and crisis.

Sometimes, its multiple crises—its giant wave of almost seismic upheaval—hits individuals.
You see it in their faces, their posture, their energy level, their tone of voice, the words they use, their absence of joy. You see it in their attitude—their mood message that seems to suck all the positive energy from a room. You see when people see me there is a bi-polar attitude that comes over them. Tsunamis have multiple impacts that deliver multiple problems at the same time. So does depression—what we tend to label this array of thoughts, feelings and behaviors. Physiological, psychological and social trauma combine to send wave after wave crashing over one’s personal coastline. Telling such a person to cheer up doesn’t help. Helping them find professional help probably would.

Now you may be saying how can someone who is eight years old be so articulate? From the age of three I have had a computer program at times plugged into my brain and every search history of every user who has ever used Google and found the results and read them has been inserted into my brain. Google refers to it with me as mind mapping ”
“Fuck Google I use Bing.” Jamie Lynn Says.
Tsunami falls to the floor as energy seems to be sucking life out of him. His facial expression is one of at first denial, then complete and utter devastation.
“Take that back.” Tsunami says in a whiny voice.
“Nope.”

After another moment Tsunami gathers himself. Gets up brushes off his cutoff jeans and begins to talk again.
“You see everything we know about a Tsunami is bad. We know about the devastation that it did to Japan a few years ago. And from ages five to seven this deeply affected me. When I see a hot girl and she looks at my stunning good looks but my adolescent face the joy is sucked out of her. I have that way about me. So for the past six months I said to myself Tsunami how can I turn this around? By turning a lack of joy into an intense wave after fuckin wave of intense pleasure.

All I have to do is think about something and my brain is filled with search results by Google. It is a blessing and a curse. A google image of a jackhammer came to mind. And right there and then I knew I had my answer. What I have been searching for since I was five. I am unlike any other person at times I can turn my body to be robotic in nature. So that got me to thinking the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate sex toy for a woman is a Sybian. You would not know anything about that cause you are a half measure type of girl.”

“What exactly do you mean by that? Jamie Lynn pouts.

“Means you suck in bed. Means you do not have the intense passion to please a man on a nightly basis. Means if I guy wants to have sex all night. Your response is you have a headache. You are a sex once a week type of girl.”
I start to laugh uncontrollably. That shit is funny as hell. Jamie Lynn folds her arms and says nothing.

“ You see a Sybian saddle, is a masturbation device designed for use by women, developed by dance instructor Dave Lampert in the 1980s. It consists of a saddle-like seat containing an electric motor, gearbox speed reducer, and mechanism connected to a rod that protrudes from a hole in the top center. Various attachments can be added to the rod, which vibrates, rotates and may also stimulate the clit externally. The intensity of the movements produced can be increased or decreased through a control box attached to the Sybian's base.

The success of the Sybian in helping many women achieve orgasm more easily than through traditional intercourse with a man is believed to be due to the absence of the vigorous thrusting motion usually associated with coitus, which provides the proper stimulation for a man to achieve orgasm, but is generally not the stimulation required for most women to achieve orgasm. Lampert has stated that "the greatest hoax played upon the world is the importance of the male stroking during intercourse...used in nearly all male/female porno material" citing studies which show that only about a third of all women say thrusting feels good, to a degree, and that only 18% say they believe they can have an orgasm from any form of stroking. I call bullshit to that but hey I am only eight years old who believes everything he reads on the internet.

From his research and experience, Lampert came to realize that the woman-superior position during intercourse works best for female orgasm and that stimulation is enhanced when the penis remains fully inserted and the woman rocks her pelvis forward and backward, making contact with the sensitive G-spot, located on the front wall of the vagina, anterior to the location of the exterior clitoris.

With this in mind, Lampert designed the Sybian to help women become proficient in the woman-superior (Girl-On-Top) position. For many women, the external vibrations along the clitoris produced by the Sybian while in the woman-superior position are enough to easily stimulate clitoral orgasms. In addition, the optional penetrating attachments gently rotate to stimulate the vaginal walls and G-spot at variable speeds while also vibrating to help a woman learn how to have multiple, G-spot orgasms. Women are also instructed to rock their pelvis forward and back while using the Sybian with a penetration attachment to enhance stimulation of the G-spot along the front wall of the vagina.

Once a woman has developed her G-spot sensitivity in this way, she often requires minimal stimulation of the G-spot to become multiple orgasmic. Thus, the Sybian functions not only as a masturbation device, but as a training device to prepare the woman for greater pleasure during intercourse in the woman-superior position with a man of any penis size. So that got me to thinking how do I give a woman intense pleasure and have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Someone who will be a squirting piranha.

So because I am son of Google I was able to take the Symbian approach and that of a jackhammer along with telling the hot girl I am in bed with to rock back and forth as I am Fucking her till her G Spot says daddy I have had enough.” Tsunami walks up to Jamie Lynn and whispers.
“You sure you do not want to take a whirlwind of intense pleasure with me?”
“You are fuckin eight years old! Get away from me.” She yells at him now in full disgust mode.
“ABQ I can tell she needs more preaching.
“Where is your mother or father at?” Jamie Lynn wants to know.

“Before we get to that. Know this in some cultures being young is a good thing. The Dalai Lama was born Lhamo Thondup on July 6, 1935 in Taktser, China. At age 15, he assumed political power of Tibet as the Dalai Lama. The People's Republic of China invaded that same year. Fearing assassination, he and thousands of followers fled to Dharamsala in northern India, where they established an alternative government. Lhamo Thondup was the fifth of 16 children—seven of whom died at a young age. After several months of searching for a successor to the 13th Dalai Lama and following many significant spiritual signs, religious officials located Lhamo Thondup, at age 2, and identified him as the reincarnation of the 13th Dalai Lama, Thubten Gyatso. Young Lhamo was renamed Tenzin Gyatso and proclaimed the 14th Dalai Lama.

Tenzin began his religious education at age 6. His schooling consisted of logic, Tibetan art and culture, Sanskrit, medicine and Buddhist philosophy, which is divided into five other categories dealing with the perfection of wisdom, monastic discipline, metaphysics, logic and epistemology—the study of knowledge. At age 11, Tenzin met Heinrich Harrer, an Austrian mountaineer, who became one of his tutors, teaching him about the outside world. The two remained friends until Harrer's death in 2006.”

“So as you can see some children are meants for greatness at an early age. I have a mother somewhere in Mountain View. Her job was to bore and give birth to me to fulfill the prophecy of Google.

Larry Page and Sergey Brin in 1996 begin collaborating on a search engine called BackRub. BackRub operates on Stanford servers for more than a year—eventually taking up too much bandwidth. So in 1997 Google.com is registered as a domain on September 15. The name—a play on the word "googol," a mathematical term for the number represented by the numeral 1 followed by 100 zeros—reflects Larry and Sergey's mission to organize a seemingly infinite amount of information on the web. In 1998 "PC Magazine" reports that Google "has an uncanny knack for returning extremely relevant results" and recognizes us as the search engine of choice in the Top 100 Web Sites for 1998. In early 1999 Google outgrows its garage office and moves into new gigs in Palo Alto with just eight employees. In August of that year they move to their first Mountain View location. Which is a few miles south of Stanford University, and north of the older towns of Silicon Valley: Sunnyvale, Santa Clara, San Jose.

In the year 2000 Google announces the MentalPlex: Google's ability to read your mind as you visualize the search results you want. Thus begins our annual foray in the Silicon Valley tradition of April 1 hoaxes. In October of that year Google AdWords launches with 350 customers. The self-service ad program promises online activation with a credit card, keyword targeting and performance feedback. But what is interesting is just before they launch Google Toolbar in December Page and Brin take a trip to Meca. And for seven glorious days people come up to them with such love in their hearts and extreme kindness and state over and over again of the prophecy.

That in 2006 a son will be born to a woman in charge of Google Translate and this son will be named Tsunami, Son Of Google. They tell both Page and Brin that Google will explode into much more of a search engine. That it will help to overcome the monopoly of another company and will begin the transformation of Google to be the world’s most powerful company. Son of Google will help spring the idea of sunglasses with search capabilities. He will be the chosen one with brain capacity of close to 100%. But use it wisely because up until the age of fourteen he will be the one to take away monopolies. And turn it into Google’s best interests. The prophecy states that Google will become bigger than the Unites States government and will have a say in every bill whether it gets passed or goes into the trash. Google’s world dominance is all based on the prophecy of Tsunami, Son of Google.”

“Now that is what I call a fairy tale.” Jamie Lynn says.

“You might think I should be in Mountain view. While I do go there a lot. My mission and part of the prophecy is to be a rabble rouser until the age of eleven. The propecy also states that I have a manifeto written by the time I am Nine years old. I am the one to make a group of people angry, excited, or violent (such as by giving speeches) especially in order to achieve a political or social goal. Or in this instance world domination by Google. I have been spending sometime in Austin lately. What a bitchin ass town. Fuckin love it. You know why I love Austin?”
“Please Enlighten me.” Jamie Lynn says. I have kept mostly quiet as have not been this entertained in quite some time.”

“Because Austin as the street name fits me real good because of my moods as Tsunami. Because Austin can mean running fast; masturbating slow; jumping low; sweet talking; telling jokes; acting like an ass; eating; pooping; having sex. Is that not what life is all about? That is my personality in my downtime when I am just Tsunami. But what gets me really excited and I see it a lot at University of Texas is tittybong. The act of the female appendage leaping from it's cotton, underwired prison. It gets me hard in one second flat.”

“So I am in Austin having a good time and feeling out Dell and a few oil companies. In a few months I begin my next few targets to begin the Google domination. We are going after Gatorade, General Motors, Goodyear and GroupOn.”
“Why the hell for?” Jamie Lynn says.
“Cause it is a G thang.” Tsunami says this with a smile. Then turns to me. “Yo ABQ I need some of that sweet L you got.”
“I can hook you up.”
“Dude I am dying I need some ASAP. One of the few things that calms me down.”
“What the heck is L?” She asks.
“You wanna Lean like a cholo?” I say to her.
“What?”
“Lean. Ahhh of course your white self never heard of it.” What was I thinking.
“That Lean got me all needy n shit. Got my swervin.” Tsunami says as Jamie Lynn is just shaking her head.
“Cmon back in a few hours and I will have some for you.” I tell my boy, Tsunami. He is cool as fuck. Different but cool. To create Lean, a popular drink originated from Houston Texas, you require the following for the original formula:
Promethazine w/Codeine VC (active ingredient)
Original Sprite Soda <- Mixing ingredient (although different flavors of sprite are now used, such as sprite remix)
A candy Flavor additive
Put it all in a styrofoam cup and then enjoy. The codeine is mainly responsible for the euphoric feeling after drinking lean. Promethazine causes motor skill impairment, lethargy, extreme drowsiness, as well as a dissociative feeling from all other parts of the body, specifically the stomach and digestive system. If it doesn't have promethazine w/ Codeine, it isn't real sizzurp. Shiz is da bomb. Have some every night before I crash.”
Tsunami takes another sniff of Jamie Lynn like a dog before leaving.
“I cannot believe what I just saw..ok. That’s so not…fetch!”
“Sure that girl was hot in “Mean Girls,” but it takes a lot more to create slang for words like cool, awesome or good.” I say back.
“So are you going to get Tina Fey or what?” Jamie Lynn barks at me.

The mixed drink combination known as "lean", is normally the color purple, due the added ingredient sizzurp, which is originally a dark purple syrup. There are other colors of sizzurp which can be added to create lean, but the purple is the true sizurp

Lean does not contain ANY form of alcohol, crushed pills, or other liquids in general.
The idea of drugs being “good” or “bad” depending on whether they are legal or not is a relatively new concept. Most of the laws criminalizing psychoactive drugs only came into effect in the 20th century, and before they were outlawed, a fair number were freely available. As scientific and chemical analysis became more sophisticated, and the effects of drugs were more widely studied, lawmakers deemed it necessary to limit the availability of certain drugs, while taking little or no action against other popular — but often just as damaging — drugs from which corporations were making a killing (*cough* nicotine, alcohol).

The pain-relieving drug codeine is a derivative of opium that was first isolated in 1832 by French chemist Pierre Robiquet. While codeine can be obtained directly from the opium poppy, it is more commonly extracted and synthesized from morphine. Apparently favorites of late Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain, cough syrups and cold remedies containing codeine were commonly available without prescription until relatively recently in the United States. Medicines containing the ingredient can still be found in pharmacies around the world..

Sizzurp, purple drank and the list of nicknames for the codeine-infused cough syrup continues. It’s called lean on the street and basically, I don’t know, you feel like you’re leaning basically. Some of the music industry’s biggest stars have bragged about using it in their songs.

Lil Wayne’s song "Me and My Drink" hit has more than six million views on YouTube and Justin Beiber is among artists caught with some purple stuff on social media.

Nearly 15,000 people liked a picture posted on Instagram by rapper Soulja Boy. The picture shows six bottles of Actavis’ now banned cough syrup. So it gets harder and harder to find it on the street.
In a bold and unprecedented move, Actavis, the company that produces the prescription cough syrup responsible for purple drank, halted production and is taking it off shelves at pharmacies nationwide.

They’re just pulling off the one that contains codeine and Phenergan. The Phenergan sort of dries you up if you have a cold but if you take enough of it, it adds drowsiness, has a slight euphoria. Another reason why it is so popular. I am down to my last two bottles of the Purple haze. But with anything when it comes to drugs we adapt.

Later that Day

Ten minutes after Napoleon shot dead two Cartel members me and Pete are being forcefully escorted to the other black Mercedes. By the other two cartel members that do not say a word to us. As we near the car door a loud ringing comes over me. My right ear seems like it goes deaf for a few seconds, accompanied by a loud ringing tone. The pressure on my right arm by one of the thugs completely stops. A massive headache comes over as well. My knees fall to the ground in pain as I put my hand to the right ear. Blood is coming out as there is a feeling of deep pressure and fullness in the ear. My hearing comes back gradually over about one minute but ringing persists. I look on the ground as another Cartel member is dead. I slowly turn behind me as Napoleon is standing there with a high powered shotgun in his hand.

Confusion overtakes me as slowly I get up. My hand still to my right ear. I see Pete on the other side of the car with a look of panic on his face. And just like that the other cartel member is also on the ground with half his head off. Four dead Cartel in about 10 minutes. Napoleon comes up to me and whispers in my good right ear.

“You are welcome. Oh yeah those bitches on Call of Duty Ghosts online have nothing on me.” It takes a moment to decipher this as his talking is competing with thee ringing in my right ear. With that Napoleon runs off to his SUV and takes off. Pete grabs my arm and I stagger to the rental car. Shakingly, I take the keys out of my pocket and hand it to Pete. The ringing is getting worse as now I have to deal with screaming by other people behind me.
“Fuck!” Was all Pete says as he helps me in the car, blood still oozing from my ear.

Three Days Later
Seedy Motel room with Pete

It has been no fun at all switching hotels or in this case motels every day off of Highway 90 and near West Military drive here in San Antonio. Pete spends most of his time by the window looking out even thought this particular seedy motel we are in the back. My paranoia is from calls and texts from the retired US Marshall which I have not answered any. The latest text about two hours ago said if I do not hear from you today we go back to hunting.

Pete went to get a pack of cigarettes and that was like two hours ago. Who knows what is taking him so long. The old ABQ would be worried as fuck and my mind would be spinning with horrible and negative thoughts. But I have learned to channel my thoughts and focus on the moment. Not trying to get stressed out and doing meditation every few hours to clear my mind and stop being stressed.

Weed has been my best friend in helping me to chill and relax. That and doing whatever I can to get in the mind frame that this is my last week on Earth. To go and turn death on itself. So even though Pete is as freaked out as a baby seeing a clown for the first time I am doing my best to live in the moment. There is an amount of paranoia knowing the Cartel are looking for us, Napoleon may know our whereabouts, that government agency is most likely looking for me and on top of that the bloodhound of a retired US Marshall is close to coming after me. Yet with all of that I do my best to see it as negative energy and release it. Becomes more difficult by the day.

Just then Pete opens the door, closes it puts two locks on it and slowly opens up a curtain and looks out the window. He hands are literally shaking. He pulls up a chair back to the windows and sets up his hawking nest.

“Yo man…takes that long just to get some smokes?” I ask him.

Pete slowly turns back to me “Dude we got the cartel after us. How many times a day have they texted you and me saying we need to talk. There are four cartel members shot dead in front of us. That is so sick twisted shit man.” He turns back to the window and looks out once more. Moving his head from side to side, leaning toward the window.
Turning back to me. “How’s the ear?” I put my hand gently to it as it is wrapped up. “Getting better.”
“We can’t stay here forever ABQ hoping from one hotel to another. Soon enough they will find us. “What about getting a car and driving to Miami like you said?”

“Pete whenever we go they will find us. I got too many people after us no matter how much I want to go to Miami and start over. I will sleep on it and figure something out.

Pete moves from the window and sits on the bed next to me. “I gotz sometin to tell you. While waiting for the sun to go down and walk a few miles before heading back here to throw off any potential peeps following me. I was looking on the net at my new phone. Let me read something to you. While you may not be scared I on the contrary am scared shitless. This is from CNN…yo!”

“El Paso, Texas. A huge fire engulfed a local Frito Lay distribution center last night. While the local authorities have not commented yet on this incident. The initial report by a local El Paso television station said that an arson unit was at the scene. There have been unconfirmed reports that an initial explosion which was what started the fire. It goes on to say that five people are dead with three being security guards.

Here is the kicker ABQ another unconfirmed report says all five victims were shot in the head before their charred bodies were recovered by local El Paso fire department. Frito Lay has no comment at this time. This story will be updated as more information becomes available.“
I turn to Pete after letting out a deep breathe. “It could have been an accidental fire.”

“Yo homie! We both know this aint accidental. It was the cartel. You and I both know it.” Pete has a deep nervousness in his voice.
“Lets not jump to conclusions on this ok?”
“Bullshit! I think they took all the cheetos puffs, Shot everyone on site then dynamited the place. It is payback to Frito Lay for taking out 4 of their homies. ABQ this shit is just starting to hit the fan. All because your azz stole a frito lay truck.”
“So going back to blaming all this shit on me?”
“Yep. And you know what I cannot even get any pussy. Last night before this shit went down I was thinking of hooking up with this chunky white girl. I did not pull the trigger cause I was in full manscheduling mode.”
“What the hell is that?” I respond.

“ABQ never heard of manscheduling…wow. It is when a guy makes vague plans with girl, with the intention of canceling if something better comes up, or he doesn't feel like putting pants on. You know what I was at the gas station a block away and these two girls were talking. One was hot and the other not. The hot hispanic girl with boobs begging to be released from her blouse was talking about a guy she was going to hook up with. I shave for him was what she said. I started to laugh cause I knew that meant she was into this guy so she was going to go home and shave her vagina to have some hot sex. I cannot get any action because I am stuck here with you bitch!”
“Life sucks don’t it.”
“Do not get mad at me because you have runner’s block. Get some damn ass motivation and figure out a way to get us the both out of this situation.” With that Pete grabs some weed and goes back to the window.

Next Morning

My eyes wake up and the rest of my body shoots to attention as the room door is kicked open. Three cartel guys have Ak-47’s pointed at me. Two thoughts occur to me right now. The first one is fuck! And the second is where the flipping cuntfuck is Pete?”

Later that day

The last thing I remember was being pistol whipped and knocked the fuuuuuuuuk out. I wake up strapped to what seems like a massage table naked. My arms and feet are strapped him and the ole ABQ cannot move. I look around as I see a sledgehammer hanging from one side of the wall, the other side hangs three different types of swords. Ok. I admit it I am freaked the motherfuckin out. I look down at the floor which seemed to not have been mopped in just some time. The green wall tiles also looks like it has not seen water in six months. A few minutes later someone walks in and shuts the door and then locks it. I turn to my right and there she is smiling at me.
“Well hello there sunshine.” I see she has on Pink Stillitos and her robe is also Pink. I tell ya my peeps I am beginning to despise the color Pink with each day that passes. I snarl at the Unknown blonde.
“Cmon now ABQ. Why can’t we be friends? I am here to give you a nice and relaxing massage.
“Then unstrap me.” I say

“You ask for too much ABQ.” She shakes her head at me. “My massage is a bit different but trust when it is all said and done you will thank me for it. I know you have missed me, You feelin drake about it?”

I continue to snarl at her. First she takes my low rider and who knows what she has in mind now. Slowly she takes off her hot pink robe and have to admit she looks damn good in her tiny bit two piece bikini. Her boobs want to pop out. Of course the bikini is pink. I feel like vomiting.

“I cannot stand you. You are just a hater of ABQ?”
“ … please. You have this animalistic lust for me. Hell you do not even know my name. How fucked up is that. For someone that says that cannot stand me your cock sure seems to like me.” She comes closer and whispers in my ear. “That being said Mr. ABQ I am not happy for what happened to my cash cow Mateo and I blame you. And it is not a good idea to make me mad at you. So somehow and someway you are going to get me lots of benjamins.” Unknown blonde backs away and smiles.

“I know you probably want me to take my top off at least but not just yet.” She begins by massaging my chest. “ Motherfucker you got a lot of hair.” She Pulls one out as I yell. “Mateo how I miss you.” She pulls another one out. “Mateo of how I do not miss you.” I yell out some more.
“Stop it bitch.”

Awwww sweetie does that hurt? I am so sorry but I could not help myself. Please forgive little ole me. Oh wait you were the cause of Mateo now longer helping a girl in need out.
Sabine what the cunt fucking hell do you want?”
“Sabine is that what you call me? Please enlighten me as I am mystified but how the wise one as yourself choose that name over all other potential names for me.” She retorts.
“You told me your name was one of a river and Sabine was prettest for ABQ.”

“Awwwww you do have the hots for me? But then again who does not. I have that effect on men they cannot resist me. Their dicks go hard by just looking at me and all I do is smile.”

I turn my head toward her.”Pleaaaaase I got 99 problems and a bitch like you aint one of em.”

“You have been listening to too many hip hop songs ABQ. I am not a bitch. I cannot be categorized as a bad bitch. I am Mz. Bitch to you. You want to know why?” She picks up a boombox from the floor which she must have brought in. Walks over to the counter and sets it down and presses play. She turns back to me. “Because all I do is win biatch!”
With that the song comes on and her head is bobbing and weaving up and down. Again she sings to me.
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind i can never get enough
and everytime I step up in the building
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..
As she is singing loudly to me her gyrations increase until she starts twerking her ass in front of me. For some reason my cock gets even bigger.
She looks at me and takes a few steps back and with a few fingers in the air she now thinks she is some hip hot star.
Ludacris goin in on the verse
cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now
keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
they saying Luda’s back
blame it on that conjure
the hood call it Ludayac
and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows
my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go
my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version
aint never count me out
y’all better count me in
got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
make millions every year, the souths champion
cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
all I do is...
Sabine approaches me and says in my face. “Win…Win…Win”

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With that she leaves again. Ten minutes later she comes back in. She puts down something which I cannot see. “Now how about that massage?”
“Raincheck?” I just want to get out of here.

“Oh ABQ you are funny today.” Sabine lets out an incoherent giggle. She turns back to me. “Awwwww come on do not look so sad. It is not like I brotherzoned your azz. That would be pretty bad would it not? I said that to some guy about a week ago who was hitting on me but he had a major dermatology problem so I said I am sorry but I think of you as a brother. I understand it is a place where guys go after they die in the friendzone. This is an inescapable level of Hell. Sucks to be him. Oh well shall we begin?”

I say nothing.

“We will start the massage with your chest. You need it you look like a Yeti. Usually when I do this on occasion in my spare time I have clients fill in a form saying that you don’t have any skin conditions or other medical problems that might interact with this unique massage. But we will just skip those proceedings. I see you have a bit of hair down there. I will help you with that as well.”

A real bad feeling starts to overcome me. As She puts a little baby powder on me.”

“What kind of massage is this?’ I ask getting all freaked out but trying my damn best to stay calm.
“It is my special kind of massage you will love it. She grabs some bottle from her basket. “Now ABQ I am just going to massage some nice and sexy hot oil on you.” Once she has finished putting in some oil on my chest only focusing on my chest hair for some reason she then dims the lights.

“I always thought what was a word or words that would make a man just tremble all over in fear. Was it gold digger? STD? A girl that was very loose? Friendzone? Then it came to me the one word that can cause so much panic in a guy is wax. Can you believe that? Women go thru lots of pain every thirty days and much more so at giving birth. But if you say Wax to a man he acts like a little baby.

Maintaining the proper wax temperature is important for a successful result ABQ. The wax should form a soft ball on the end of the applicator Until you become familiar with the proper consistency. I always thought a good guide is to heat the wax in a professional pot wax warmer for 30-45 minutes on the HIGH setting until the center is not completely melted. At this point, the wax along the exterior of the can should be the appropriate temperature and consistency for waxing. Set and maintain the warmer temperature setting to LOW afterwards. But just because I like you I set it for 50 minutes. Trust me you can thank me later.”

“Do not do this. This aint no massage.”

“Shush my darling it is painless. The blonde puts on surgical gloves and begins spreading the extremely hot oil on my chest with a small brush. I am wincing but heck I take a deep breath and say to myself You have spent a good amount of time in Mexico the hot oil is nothing I cannot deal with. I close my eyes and let her do her thing.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!” I yell out loudly as she takes a cloth strip and pulls in a very fast motion. I cannot move my hands otherwise I would touch my chest. That shit hurts.
“Stop being a little sissy cry baby. Be a man.” She smiles and puts on another cloth, pulls it down and the pulls this time even harder.
“Owwwww….owwwww…owwwww. You are getting some sick twisted pleasure out of this.”

“Actually I cannot lie I just dripped.” She then lets out an evil smile to me. “I actually wanted pink strips but the company says it only comes in white. I was not happy. She says this and places another cloth down and pats and yet again yanks it off. I actually liked my chest hair.

Fifteen minutes later

My chest is very sore and in pain for what she has done to me. I see her with a pair of tweezers yank a hair out. I yell again.
“Sorry dear I miss one.”
“Are we done.”

“Of my Rodrigo that was just the appetizer. Now it is time for the main entrée. I see her looking at my cock and balls. She slowly massages my balls. “This is on you not me. If you would have had zero hair down there this would not have been necessary. However for your privates I am not going to use Hard wax. I have a treat for you I am going to use the technique of strip waxing. Some say it is more painful than hard waxing but really sweetie what do they know?

Strip waxing (soft wax) is accomplished by spreading a wax thinly over the skin. A cloth or paper strip is applied and pressed firmly, adhering the strip to the wax and the wax to the skin. The strip is then quickly ripped against the direction of hair growth, as parallel as possible to the skin to avoid trauma to the skin. This removes the wax along with the hair.

There are many benefits to waxing versus other forms of hair removal. It is an effective method to remove large amounts of hair at one time. It is a long-lasting method. Hair in waxed areas will not grow back for two to eight weeks. When hair is shaved or removed by depilatory cream, the hair is removed at the surface rather than the root. Within a few days, the hair can be seen at the surface. With these methods, hair tends to grow back in a rough stubble. Areas that are repeatedly waxed over long periods of time often exhibit regrowth that is softer.
There are many drawbacks of waxing as well. Waxing can be painful when the strip is removed from the skin. Although the pain is not long-lasting, it can be intense, particularly in sensitive areas. But you are a man so that should not matter. I just love the word ripping makes me all wet in anticipation.” She finally finishes her rant.

“So can you tell me why you are doing this?”
“Say pretty pink please.”
This girl is really starting to piss me the fuck off.
“Pretty pink please.” I say begrudgingly.
“I am purifying you for when the Cartel comes and gets you when I am done.”
I close my eyes wishing this was just all a bad dream.

Episode 16- Sense of Dread- Part Two of Two- (The Finale)

Another excellent read! Looking forward to Episode 16!!