DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND

When is offensive ,offensive? NEVER! actor brad Pitt played in a movie named fight club,in the movie the characters joined a secret underground club...there are such things as swingers clubs..if you don't know what a house of host is go do the research better yet I will explain to you now, a house of host is a place where someone pay to be abused by a woman,with whips and other items,some dress up as a baby wearing a diaper and the lady of host is the pretending mother or babysitter, recently I saw on the news a business open for angry people,inside the business angry people pay to scream and rage while braking old furniture with a baseball bat...so, in essence, don't say something is offensive when nothing really is. the angry person need that business that provide him to go and let it all out....and that COMEDIAN in the comedy club is saying everything you want to say about your boss,spouse or bad stepchildren,come on that's why JOKES are JOKES,they're not real,they are designed for you to let it out, you know damn well when your boss is getting yelled at by his boss the same way your boss yelled at you, you feel good,don't you(baby talk >yes you do yes you do)...the ventriloquist is there to provide you a escape to the land of "what if".. the singer is there to provide you a "mood",...the magician is there to provide "WTH"... the supermodel is their to provide you beauty and art... and the dancer is there to help you get your groove back...what's offensive? in California today dog owners are picking up their dog shit after it take a shit on the grass, then the dog owner tip toe around the human shit on the sidewalk, no that's not offensive because nothing is offensive,really, because the dog owner could pick up the human shit off the side walk,wright? but human shit is not their kind of shit, so, what have we learned from the dog owners in shity California?....we have learned don't draw a line in the sand because if it's not your kind of shit don't touch it...

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(DRAWING OUTSIDE OF THE LINE)

I remember in my high school drama class my drama class teacher would say smile! when I were reading my lines from the play book and I would say but teacher I don't feel like smiling I feel so miserable today and my drama teacher would say we all feel miserable today but the character in the play feels wonderful!...in drama class I read many books and learned much about theater and many different arts,I learned how to speak,I learned how to produce my voice tones,I learned how to think like someone else =imitating and mockery= or becoming someone else or something else, yes something else = a tree or a cat=.. I enjoyed high school and middle school drama class,I remember a school Christmas play my drama class did for the complete school in the school auditorium, my part in the school Christmas play was Rudolph the rednose reindeer, so I am on stage when I looked out into the adudience,people look like they were bored so I break out of character and started dancing a dance called the mash potato that my mother did when she was a little girl, the band playing the music started to get faster and living it up with music, I run off stage into the audience dancing the mashed potato as the band sing and play the song run run Rudolph my drama teacher was cracking up with laughter and the students could not stop laughing for a week..drama class,oh if I could only remember my drama teacher name...you can do research for the =mashed potato dance= on line...my mother taught me and my little brother "won" won is my little brother name, my mother taught me and my little brother won how to dance the mashed potato,the mashed potato was a dance in my mother youth, I remember us three, mom,won and I dancing on the living room floor dancing the mashed potato a few times.

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(ZIG ZAG CROCKED STRAIGHT LINES)

what a snotty nosed punk I was finishing college, I was young and ready to start my career as a private investigator,ready for action like in the movies!, like I spy and other detectives television shows...one day sitting in my college class,the teacher take his gun from his side holster, quietly walk to the back of the class room and put his gun to a student head that was asleep in class,the student feel the tip of my teacher gun on his head ,he awake quickly with jumping up out his seat, the teacher walk back up to the front of the class and simply  said to the students in class "never sleep on the job" and he told the student that was sleeping in the back of the class to get out and never return to class...my first private investigator job was a business losing revenue,I also had a case to find missing people and also decoy work, I also was a escort which got me in trouble with my boss,I simply asked mrs.KR the woman that I was escorting to look over her shoulders from time to time as I trail ten feet behind,mrs.KR was transporting a lot of money in a bag,my job was to intercept any person or thing in mrs.KR circle as she transporting to her target..what get me in trouble with my boss was when mrs.KR told my boss she should not need to be aware of her surroundings because that's my job,even when my boss thought it was humorous,I didn't! because I was Mr.young snotty nose punk right out of college,and after time,I realized mrs.KR was wright.even though I didn't want to do private investigator work anymore,I appreciate the real life experience..I remember being a snotty nose punk private investigator,working with a old timer,she told me some stories about her career as a private investigator, she also said something that just stuck with me, she said being a investigator is nor good or bad,we are not cops but we uphold the law, we are not criminals but "we are guilty by association"......I also experienced writing for investigation report and it is not like writing for show business,as a investigator you are a professional witness and when a investigator write a report it better be 100% factual because what a investigator write many people read the report, such as judge of the court, police, victims, witnesses, lawyers doctors, insurance companies, etc....another case was a mother wanted to find her missing son,he was missing for many years,our team went deep down into the barrio,we found the mother missing son,what took so long on this case is that we were looking for a son but the mother had no idea her son was now a change identity in human trafficking.. being a private investigator was depressing and very stressful and dark and tiresome, nothing like show business and it take me away from Sammy,so I looked for another field..it's so funny!,in college my teacher give the students a assignment to follow your spouse or relative,someone that knows you very well,so if they see you,then you know that they see you.so one morning I take the spark plug wire from my wife car so the car will not start,so that morning my wife tell me her car will not start,some how I convinced her a short bus ride would be fun and if you read this blog you would think my wife was a spoiled brat that would not ride a public bus,but she did,I follow her to the bus stop,walking,so while she waiting I run back and get my car,mistake number one,never lose sight of your target or subject..I sit in my car watching my wife get on the bus,so I am driving behind the bus mistake number two,always keep entrance and exits in your view,so I drive in head of the bus hoping my wife do not look out the window and see me,I park the car and get on the bus with news paper In my hand and there she was just sitting quietly,minding her own business,so I walked from the front of the bus to the middle of the bus where my wife was sitting,I sit in the seat directly behind her and she didn't see me,so I am holding the news paper up as if I am reading,and I just felt bad that I did this to her ,so I tap my wife on her shoulder and when she turned around and see that it was me...............

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(DRAWING A LINE IN THE MUD)

as a young boy I wanted to grow up to be a private investigator, why? because I love to write and solve problems, I had no real clue how people became a private investigator until one day I was working at domino's pizza as a pizza delivery driver, on this day I was driving the domino's pizza company truck when a police car turn on the police car siren,no flashing lights just the siren,so I pull over to stop,the policeman walk up to my driver window,he asked for my driver license,he look at my driver license and give it back,he said, do you like to drive?..I said yes, he hand me his business card, on the business card was a private investigator firm,the police officer was the owner,I said "hey I always wanted to be a private investigator!" the officer said "when you finish school call that number on the card" I was so,just, happy to put the puzzle together..after college I did call the phone number on the card....my first private investigator job was a business losing revenue,I had to find out why or where or who and stop the lost and take immediate action..well, I was a snot nose punk private investigator, you know the tough guy, the mister know it all, the my shit don't stink guy,oh boy! suit and tie with shinny shoes,my shoes was so shinny I could use them for a mirror,and cologne you can spell two miles away,yeah that shit don't work in the private investigator world,lesson learned..my first job as a private investigator, I really don't like to talk about it but I will be brief, a well known hotel in California was losing a lot of money..this case was not easy until I changed my image,I learned that I looked like a business man with the suit and tie, I  started to dress down like wearing regular pants and a Mickey mouse shirt,I had a small office in the hotel..most of the hotel employees was not American,by the way I was the only African American to about a thousand employees so I really was a odd ball,I am just giving the reader of the environment,so anyway,I looked at the books and notice big funds in the kitchen was going up and down,for example one month supply was a dollar then two weeks after it was five dollars,then you see the restaurant did not have many customers that month,so I take a look at the housekeeping department,very beautiful ladies and happy,so I am looking at housekeeping inventory,and had small talk with some of the housekeeping department,I am thinking,it can't be housekeeping....so I go hang out in the kitchen of restaurant for a few weeks and I am thinking they're cool but they change their speaking language when I am around so I can not understand what they are saying,so I go check out the valet parking employee,he very difficult with English but he try to communicate and character is very important,so I think it's not coming from the valet service, so I have a master card key of the complete hotel and for weeks and weeks I search and search,the client continues to lose revenue..I checked all videos over and over I checked the employees computers entry and information.. nothing! what did I know about being a private investigator,this case was bigger than I thought..WTH!!........

it's the bellman! so I thought,this guy take care  of  the hotel guest luggage,it would be easy for the hotel bellman to smuggle hotel property out with luggage,so I requested a suspension with pay for the bellman,suspension of two half weeks,suspension granted for two half weeks    during the two-weeks hotel continues losing revenue,the bellman return back to work..I requested that I be a janitor helper at the hotel for a few weeks, the janitor talk about many different subject during my time as his helper but that guy surely is not a suspect...so as you can see the tittle fits this story,yes I was stuck in the mud, just a snot nose punk private investigator fresh out of college..so how do you catch something?..if you want to catch a fish you become a fish,if you want to catch a predictor you become one,if you want to catch a thief you become one...I lay low for a few weeks watching the hotel numbers in revenue drop..I take a Spanish and Japanese language lesson on cassette tape,I study learning to understand words but not speaking so much..I return back to the hotel restaurant kitchen,to take money out the cash register, something like a dollar,"it's o.k. I will put it back" I said to the restaurant kitchen employees but no employees did or even said anything,about a young African American man employee taking money from the cash register BINGO! hot spot! so I go down to valet and said hey give me the keys to the bmw I am going to lunch,sir that  bmw belong to the guest of the hotel,you can drive mine if you like the valet service man said to me...let's return back to the janitor,I am putting cleansing supply in a box when the janitor catch me,I tell him my wife has a drug habit do he know anyone who will buy this janitor supply, I told him I will give him half the money,he shake his head no and leave...let's return back to the housekeeping department,so I fill a room with cigarette smoke, I lay a lamp on the floor, I lay a wallet on the floor with money sticking out,sitting in my office, I watching the video camera of the hallway waiting for the housekeeping woman to enter the room,when enter the room,I run up the emergency stairway to the room,she was in the room,I said the guest left this room a mess,she talk about how dirty the room was I mentioned did the guests take all their belongings and she walked over to her cleaning cart, to reach inside to get the guest wallet,she said the guests leave their wallet..I stopped wasting time and begin to focus on the restaurant and kitchen......time over time the hotel restaurant manager mother would visit her son but would never exit from the front entrance door,so I shut down the back exit,the manager made a big argument about that *I HIT A HOT SPOT*...ok reopen back exit losing revenue BINGO! come on baby! are we witches?...the mother visit son in kitchen,losing revenue, come on baby! I got your nasty ass now!...ok shut down back entrance,only way out is by me,  mother and son come down from kitchen in elevator with cart FULL of meat, beef! chicken! Pork!, mother and son looking at me speaking Spanish saying  negrito! puto!..I stop the cart from moving ,I take my video camera and record the incidents,this was before smartphones..I take the cart from the mother and quickly rolled it into a near by storage room that I had waiting and ready to go,I said to son, the arrogant hotel restaurant kitchen manager, "the c.e.o. of the hotel has the key to the storage room,you can ask him to open it"....The mother owned a Mexican food restaurant,her son supply her with food from the hotel restaurant kitchen.The son was fired and his mother was arrested...The v.p of the hotel give me a free room for when I take vacations...it was a long case,my first private investigator job,I am a old man now but I never forget Mr.S the hotel v.p...he also said to me.. "you waited for her to walk out the elevator and you didn't move"...........I was a snot nose punk private investigator looking for trouble...........    ***true story**

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