The Best Thing In Life Was Him

The Episode That Changed Life As We Knew It

The brew was like a banana bread pudding with hops and ale. Aaron dared to try the left behind swag, a joint is a twice pregnant guppy, an x marks the spot, set on spot. The weed smoked like the dank, easily grown in b*****e, a grass station special. One high and one low. In Houston! Aaron never had lived in this world.

The cops tried to cover up their dastardly deed. Until the 2013 and only.

In 2000, Shanna was born.

In 2001, both frank and red died. Frank shot by the preacher in the back, running away. What, Frank did what? A loss to every one who ever had access to his dad's weed but not as frank himself, no loss at all, not at all. Not one I could see at all, I had my mind occupied. But turn to Frank's helper, the new kid on the block, he never had anything but a way to spin the wheel. Red was indeed cool as can be he never faltered in his front man image. Cascading, red hair with the biggest curls known to mankind. He died, a madman portrait shrouded, he held the house hostage and shot himself, he shot the s**t and he shot to thrill.

Aaron never was advised by DOC that some cops play for keeps. It seemed not hit home, not for second time. Death is too easy to come by in this arcade. Troopers, now the few, but they were killing machines.

The laws were never followed and it was never questioned at the shootout. The impeding progress left a mark. Red red wine left its colormark in the glass. Aaron once said, you give me all I need. Aw, such a sweet boy, the breath caught in my throat, sighing minx as the floater flitted and floundered. He took the breath right from me, plus it was mind over matter and yet he kept adding to the space until we achieved maximum occupance.

He never knew about 4 G Lite. He was never advised of the changing times. He never knew of the change in the season. A mark of man. The end of the deed that used to be taboo. Growing weed, selling weed, taxing weed was the ticket for them. We use to rip the dollars to twenty thousand easy. Easy peasy pie. There is no money left in the market for singular growers. They barely sell enough to stay afloat. The changing times came to stay. There was a slight change in the end of your life, no one had a funeral now, Uncle Mike, King Richard, Auntie Tina, nothing was ever said in their honor or about their sense of justice or the crazy way she went to town, the way the wind went down. Aaron never knew the way the wind went down, it was a mystery to everyone who heard. Aaron missed out on his birthday a good number of years, a society's grasp was loose, it was like nothing that he felt before, what is he now, it never matters. Dreary mild cross to bear, henpecked as only a weak minded fool could be and still call himself a man, a real man! Haha, fine to say, hard to live. Another day perchance? Aaron never knew that letters came postmarked ANCHORAGE to the jail system, didn't matter which city it was originally sent from. It ended up in Anchorage before it went any where else. How or why or what the f**k? It didn't much matter to think too hard about it, always stamped and marked ANCHORAGE and that was all. He never knew about this feature of the US Postal System. Aaron never knew how time went faster than normal on regular clocks, but slowed down the prison clocks like clockwork. How could it be? No idea. Aaron never knew that s*x could be great, in prison or out of it. A boy, a girl? Not much to really notice, a hole, a mouth, pretty much the same, regardless. He never knew until he was introduced to the prison crew, james worden was alot like jessica, only he had a p***s, jessie had a pretty pink v****a instead. He never touched either one very often, a smidge rubbed in a clinch, a single digit may be inserted for 15 seconds, no more than 30 seconds. He kept his winning smile plastered on, while engaging in small talk and limited foreplay, it was all about him, his tulage, released, scattered to the corners, over and over. He never minded the substitution of male parts to the girly parts, girls smelled better usually, unless Rauol was being taken. He smelled of roses laid to seed, his lusty parts, albeit a flaccid member among us. Rewind the cassette, bobby, return the sentiments to easy peasy pie. Held in contempt, held in the hateful regard of man. Day of rejoining her in need and giving her hope to meet the tiger in the woods. Never can say goodbye, lord. Depends on the mood, the feel of the day. Because of the way the ball bounces once it leaves the mark. The real deal of the day. Have a cigar, my friend. I never knew that the guess who wanted one of the younger set because they felt they were old hat, old old old. Well, princely, you certainly are mature but not old to me. A crush, no, not me, not me at all. Daily or weekly. Married or not. Aron crushed my soul into pieces, he did but he did not know. It was s*x to him, no more, no less. But what about my dreams of starting over, a drug dealer's woman! Even for a day. But I know it would be hell, it would make a poor woman out of me. I would see red when girls made a pass for him to get free drugs. Not because they found him sexy, they would use him up. He don't know much about cheating and the things you don't do. He knows some, just a man's view. I see it from a woman's view.

You never should have to say be quiet, don't say nothing more than one time throughout the relationship. If you have to say it each and every time, you are either paranoid or man, you got the wrong lady in your truck. f**k. I always called him to hook up before. Always! At least for a couple years. Now all of a sudden, I can't call to just get drugs, s*x s*x s*x must be on my mind. Argh. The holdup? Oh, s*x. He never once kissed me or told me anything at all about us or that he cared for me. No. No. No. That was her, all her. The b***h, he says. Why does he want her then? Oh, right, I am married. Oh, right, we had s*x the first time because I said I would, not because I wanted to. Well, Well, that sure changed. It was my downfall. s*x with someone who wanted me for just s*x? Saw me as a s*x maniac and wanted me? Sweet as pie. A man after my own heart. Oh, Aaron, I felt so good and so bad at the same time. Well, not really at the same exact time. I would leave my husband for this dude, man, Oh, man.