In an alleyway, on a wet dark street in a cold city stood a vintage motor-car perched upon a black wall; a modern day speakeasy where the neighborhood creepers and freaks frequented for libations, good eats and live music. The steps were made of dark stone, stacked like a road leading you down a rabbits hole through a dark and heavy wooden door. Its antique bronze door handle was frozen and damp.
The green neon lights blinked manically above, Gypsy Tuesdays, it shined down the alley illuminating it to a UFO like orb like old christmas lights or beams from the unknown.
It was Reggae Night so that meant it was a Thursday. Restless, the cool kids made their way down the corridor, joined by the local rastas and bad gals ready to dutty wind and drink all night long. The doorway was filled with smoke and Chena inhaled deeply as she walked through greeting the Gods and Earths who stood politicking about the moon. Her hands in the pockets of a dust leather coat, nails painted a pale pinks, her lips a deep wine, she kissed the many faces of those who said hello, her wild curls covering her eyes and often getting in the way.
The antique wooden bar stood tall, ominously towering over her she reached on her tipy topes to say hello to Santiago behind. He kissd her slowly and sweetly, dangerously close to the corner of her mouth ad shouted, “One BAMF coming right up!” Rum Dinga was spinning on the 1s and 2s, shouting off obsenities every few moments, talking about some girl’s pum-pum and what not, the bass beat so hard it made the bar buzz. And thats just how Chena liked it, deafeningly loud, to drown out the voices in her head.
She rips off her leather jacket, tossing it aside on a black and white paisely sofa, her combat boots stopping and hips slowly twisting, the tight dark denim jeans ride low, reveaing the bottom half of back tattoo that peaks out below a thin white tank top that glows in the black lights and slowing rises with each giration. Santiago signals to her and she sways over to the bar to take a big swig of coconut rum and fruice juice. She sees Ginger and Merlot on the dancefloor and meets them creating a trifecta of fabulous fierceness, all the rude boys watch like hiennas on the sidelines.
Her black bra strap drops to the side as some tool creeps up behind her only to get slapped away and laughed at by the other girls. She wore diamonds in her ears, and lots and lots of bangles that clanged together with each rhythm, hiding the words “cest la vie” etched into her tiny wrist. She almost waves her hand again when she feels a hand on her waist but she immediately recognizes the soft touch of a pearl hand. She turns around wrapping her arms around Katana and buries her face in her equally massive poof of curls. She smells like frankensence and myrrh and her lips taste like cherry. Chena hands Katana her drink as she pulls her into a hallway and pushes her against the wall of a hidden corner. “I’ve missed you,” she breathes into her neck and slowly kisses her collar bone as Katana giggles and put her fingers inside the belt loops of Chena’s waist. They get lost, effortlessly in the taste of each others chapstick and the haze of desire they share. But they are quickly snapped back into reality by the jeering of some drunk douchebag getting off from their intimate semi-private exhibitionism.
Everybody knows them, well most people do. Its a regulars kinda place, where everyone knows your name whether you want them to or not so they hurridly walk outside through the back door to have a smoke and hide from the public eye.
Katana digs into the purse strung across her bussom and takes out a pack on light cigarettes, placing one in Chena’s pursed lips and lighting it before she lights her own. Her green eyes sparkle in the soft spark of the lighter, porcelain skin shinning against the soft glow of the streep lamp. They stand in silence and smoke watching the back alley fill with different groups who all pass rolled joints and blunts to one another aross the street, its just the start of another night at GypsyTuesdays, and who knows how it will end…
Okay so one aspect of my meditation is reflecting on the day and I often find myself wincing as I remember my less graceful moments. I have come here today to take my first step towards recovery. I, Kristin Renee aka Chena Kovax aka Sexy Caramel am totally a Naughty Nancy!
I can’t call it negative because I am an eternal optimist and though my actions may be misguided at times, my intentions are not malicious. I swear it. I just can be an asshole sometimes I guess.
Like for example: Why is it that I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut?!Like when someone asks me a question, I don’t always have to give a pointed honest answer. I’m not saying hey, be a liar! But, I am admitting that sometimes the best response is none at all. In fact, I’m beginning to think that’s the case in most scenarios, sadly. This is a difficult tactic for me to employ as I am by nature an extremely verbal and overly expressive person. I mean… Hello?!!?
I have been dancing, painting, writing, singing since as long as I can remember; since I would walk and talk. My mom told me this story that in pre-kindergarten one day she got a phone call from the school that I had missed the bus home. As she worked herself into a frenzy, frantically rushing to find her keys and purse they asked her to come get me just as she ran out the door. She drove like a mad woman the two miles, screeching into the parking lot and rushing down the corridor to find laughter… And me sitting on the secretary’s desk in the main office, telling jokes, entertaining the whole room. Classic Kristin.
This is me, this is who I am! But I still find myself rethinking any number of unnecessary truths I may have spat out that day rather than keeping to myself. I may not have a bucket list of crazy things to do before I turn 30 (oh and ps, I actually have one that I thought of yesterday lol… Shhh….)
Ahem, so I may not have a list of wacky shenanigans to find myself in over the next six months but what I do have is a list of virtues that I want to pursue in excellence as I embark on this journey towards the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
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