1988 and My Moon Shoes

1988 and My Moon Shoes

The year was 1988 and I had no idea what I was talking about. I was walking down the street in my Moon Shoes, one of the last time I was able to walk down the street without needing assistance due to my hoirrible smacking of the back of a truck, I was young and dumb and was enjoying my ability to walk.

T here I was standing out side Tony Tonirelli’s Printing Miami Superstar Store. It was a mouthful but so was his pizzeria and nobody had anything they could tell him about anything cause he was the boss and everyone else was a sucker or a worker. I was a worker. I would run through the machines and drain them so no wise kids could get any quarter fetishes out of it.

Tony told me that for every 25 I brought in I could keep one. Now this was a happening place, it’s where all the superstars are at after all.

So I would go around and they called me the quarter king. I was running a proverbial quarter mafia right under everyone’s noses. Each direction you’d see the girl gamers there looking at me for quarters cause they knew I could get my own and not have anyone know.

But where ther comes pride there comes the fall. Eventually one of the girls became jealous because I was giving quarters to another girl and they got in a fight. When that happened, Tony found out and worked to undercut my hours citing that if I had the ability to do it then I had the ability to steal and he doesn’t work with stealers if he did he would be in Philly instead of Miami.

I had no idea what that meant but I knew I needed to make things right or I woiuld end p in the bottle of a lake with no snorkel just like the previous quarter boy. Anyway, to make a long story short. Tony ended up setting up shop somewhere a little bit south of where we are right now. He has to answer to a much angrier boss now but I still got to keep my business just as I always wanted. Moon Shoes man. The only way to move above the heavens is if you’re crawling with moon shoes

The future is now. The future of K Pop. Only we can chew it.

What Goes Up, Must Stay in Motion

What Goes Up, Must Stay in Motion

There I was staring into the gaping maw of manhood. It was cavernous, like a beast made of flesh and steel and bone and teeth and it was pointed at me. I panicked, but I held my ground like any true soldier would. I planted my feet and prepared to spelunk my way into the history books.

There she was, Patricia Gunderson, otherwise known as Patti Gunderson. She had her hair tied with a ribbon and wore a tight pink top with a little bit of a white bow tie to top it all off. Below that was a plaid skirt that held tan leggings that ran the length of her legs until they met uncharacteristically leather combat boots. She was the kind of girl who would kick your ass but only if she felt like it.

She was there standing right in front of me, mouth pointing in a kissing motion directed at my mouth. I puckered, excited and moved in for the kill. Somewhere along the way of both of us keeping our mouthes closed we managed to meet them for a moment and I immediately recoiled.

This was a strange sensation that I never felt before. I felt like a piece of paper freshly printed from some place that makes Printing NYC. I was knew and I was thin and flimsy in her hands. She looked down at me, the font on my face said it all, she opened her mouth and said “Do you think that’s it” and she engulfed me.

She pulled me close and made me a man that day. Her arm wrapped around mine and she kissed me passionately and forever. I shivered in her strong arms and she kissed me until I felt like I never would breathe again and I didn’t want to.

I felt the warm surge of her self air pushing into mine and it tasted sweet. Like the smell of a peach but in a way that I never expected to feel. I put my arms around her and we continued. Picking up the pace and kissing tongue parts. IT was sloppy and it was exciting and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that since. IT was truly breathtaking.

I woke up a few minutes later to her fanning my face I had passed out. Maybe I should have surfaced for air. She’s looking down at me smiling her hand extended in now-more-than-friendship. “You know you can stop for breath if you want to?” I did stop for breath, and she stopped my heart.

We got married a few years ago, no kids yet, but we are trying. Soemtimes you never know how it’s going to work out.

Nobody Said it Would Be Easy

Nobody said it would be easy

There I was, standing at the top of the only hill in South Florida, ready to drop down in a moments notice. The helmet firmly clasped around m neck. My gloves tight and hands flaying out like rubbing the smooth body of a flat table. My legs facing away from me as my neck strains to keep straight.

Beneath me, the epic skateboard that my brother gave me before he went missing all those years ago. It was a windy day, not unlike the day my brother left me forever. I can feel my hair wisping against my neck, my eyes narrowing with fear and anticipatioin. My best friend, Pookie, behind me, mustard stains on his shirt and his fat cheeks in a righteous roar. Separating from my body is the cute girl that I like, Ashley, who spells her name with two E’s but no way I’m going to follow that rule right now.

She was pulling away from me because she had just pushed me and I was flying down the hill now. I move from the hill onto the road ahead of me, the rough gravel making way for smooth pavement. I was gliding now and with this speed came a fear of unknown. Unknown of my speed, unknowing my position in life. But I will never forget the sign ‘SEO Miami’ getting closer and closer to my face until me and Miami had become close friends.

I had hit the back of the truck going 25 miles per hour and had suffered a concussion. Doctor said I would never ride again. Now that it’s several years later. I don’t take as many risks as I used to. I keep things safe and I always do what needs to be done to ensure I can pay for my medical bills.

I straightened up and got myself a great job working for a company that provides the best SEO fort Lauderdale has ever seen. I get to work here as a cleaner. My stupid brain can’t formulate words well anymore so I just clean when I’m there. This blog post itself took me about 3 hours to write and I only did it because they don’t ask me to clean anything besides the trash cans.

But I long for the work, I long for the excitement of being able to do something a normal person would do. Often times I will bend over to tie my shoes and end up crapping my pants instead. It’s a rough world, it’s not a good world for me.

My name is Chris, and this is 10 Villas.

Welcome To Ten Villas

Who doesn’t like traveling to new places? Everyone I know loves traveling. I have been traveling for as long as I can remember. My name is Christopher but everyone calls me Chris. When people ask the where I’m from, my answer is always changing. It’s not changing because I’m lying it’s changing because it’s the truth, I’m from all of those places I tell them. Technically speaking, I was born in Oakland, California. Three months after I was born my family moved to South Florida, Ft. Lauderdale to be exact. By the time I started school, I was living Jacksonville, Florida. So you get the picture, I’m literally from every where!

After starting school in Jacksonville, the moving was just getting started. In the second grade, my father got a new job in Texas, so we moved to Houston. We lived in Houston up until I was in the eighth grade. Of all of the places my family lived, Houston was my favorite. When I got to the ninth grade my parents decided to put off the moving around until after I high school.