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The Sh(Citty) of Portland, Maine

2009-09-01T10:06:00.003-03:00

Swimming With The Fishes

I have lived here in Portland, Maine since the early 1980s and things have not changed much at all. Sure, there are
alot of new parking garages, we finally got a new mayor who is black and Deering Oaks finally got a Park back (Deering Oaks
now has a small wading pool with fountains so that people who have little or no money can enjoy their park and cool off
in the Hot Summer sun when it is muggy, etc. But, from what I can tell, The City of Portland Maine has gone downhill
considerably when it was a hot, hustling little burg of the suburbs or something like that. I remember when Portland, Maine
was a cool little city to live in, more like a town, not a city but things have changed: Portland, Maine should call itself
"One of the Grubbiest Little SH*tty Citys to Live in" or change that monicker that is put on the side of Portland Police Cars
from "Protecting a Great City" to "Protecting a Sh*tty Little City." or change its logo from "A Lot of Fun for a Little City" to
"A Lot of Sh*t for a Little City"? Why? Because Portland, Maine has gone down hill as I am already elaborating on this piece about why I am sick of Portland, Maine and it is time to move, [for me]. There used to be a beautiful mini castle in the park where people could go until one day some idiot who worked there
left the fryolater (french fry stand) on one night and that was almost the end of the Little Castle in The Park. Well, most of it. The Portland Maine Police are typically
stressed out sons of bitches and bastards who typically Profile anyone who has ever gotten into trouble and treat people who
have not learned any better (people like me and others) like Little Criminals, as I paraphrase from Randy Newman who is now from Los Angeles. [Don't know
where he originally is from]. And then there are the Parking Nazis who regularly go around handing out as many tickets as they
can to people who forget to park correctly on the streets of Portland, Maine. The shitty of Portland, Maine is not properly laid out
to begin with with all of its parking meters and signs that tell you to park here or there, and, there is not much ticket forgiveness
except on the weekends but how many years has this taken me to learn? Yeah, so what, I am a critical son of a bitch in more
ways than one and it is not that I love Portland, Maine. I do and I don't. It is a love/hate relationship or should I say, "Relationshit" as
you would think the City Planners/Fathers would do a better job of running (not ruining) the city of Portland, Maine instead of trying to run it into the ground.
I realize that we all get stressed out again and again and to the point of needing to take a break from whatever it is that we
do that makes us happy but Enough is Enough (No More Tears) like that famous song by Barbra Streisand and Donna Summer. Why can't the city
fix what is broken and why can't things be done more properly here? Greed, I tell you, greed. And Portland, Maine is supposed to
be on the Top 10 List of Great Little Cities to live in? I just don't see it.
A good friend of mine by the name of Jeff moved to Lewiston/Auburn recently and he claims and I would not doubt him that L/A is a
great place to live. It is laid out more properly than Portland, Maine and the City Planners seem to take better care at what they are doing to clean up the city of the b.s. that goes on there.
I wouldn't doubt him, if you can get away from the crack houses and the drugs and crime that L/A is so well known
for and that seem to be infiltrating the area. Just what are you going to do??? Just what are you going to do?
The point here? Portland, Maine could use a complete overhaul. Whatever happened to that Fish Aquarium we were supposed to get years ago? What about Ocean Gate and the building of the Ferry Terminal so that Portland, Maine can get more Tourists here and more money as Portland, Maine is not as great as some people claim it is. I should know. I have lived here mostly on, for a long time, not off.
What about cleaning up the Waterfront and developing it for use? Is that going to happen when I am dead or what??? Come on, come on, come City Council. Wake the Fuck Up and get moving instead of dragging your asses around and making Private Money deals and paying off people, etc. The city is ripe for another Lawsuit, that much I know. Maybe I will win the lawsuit lottery next. Just maybe. That would be saweeet!!!
And, how about the City Street Signs of Portland, Maine being reorganized
properly with the signs being updated and what not as the place to live in would be Los Angeles as I have been told by my
good friend, Jeff, that at least the parking situation has been alleviated and people are treated humanely as much as possible there. However, the is still a problem with those damn noise machines that make tons of noise just to move leaves out of the way in Los Angeles. There is nothing like hearing one of them late at night and wondering to yourelf, "Is that person crazy for turning on a machine so late in the night to do work or am I really just dreaming??? This ain't happening, but it does."
Many of you who read this are going to jump the gun and say, this bitch, Ashley Lenartson, (that would be me) is much too critical
of Portland, Maine. "I like Portland, Maine just the way it is." Fooey. Fooey. Fooey.
The people who say these things just don't know better. They might
need a little bit more education and some updating themselves, personally, I think. Everyone could use a major overhaul of their act, including Madonna but she has been doing it for so long that I think she just gets bored to tears and goes back to being her regular self and you know what that is: just dissing it out and thinking people might like it. She is suck a Sadist, if you know what I mean. She looks best in Stilettos (high heels) anyways.
The point of this letter? I could go on at length but I am sure that you get the point: Portland, Maine prides itself in being a great place to
live but I just don't see it. Sure, there are a lot of restaruants to eat at but most of them are so ladden down with crappy food and chemicals that is is best to stay home and cook a healthy meal for once and try not to have a heart attack while you are busy changing your diet around to one that is healthful and life giving that it is not
enough to clog your arteries and kill you. The streets of Portland, Maine are crappy and dirty on account of pigs throwing junk out on
the streets (these would be people who are uneducated and stupid or something like that), and, Portland, Maine when it is just hot enough in
the Summer smells like a cesspit, or to put it more plainly: a garbage dump: nice and raunchy, if you like raunchy. If you know what I mean.
I admit that Portland, Maine has been improved quite a bit since the early 1980's but it has not changed by much. Mostly what I
hear as my ears are trained to hear b.s. when I know it, is the following: we have been promised things that the councilors have never
been able to deliver, the Police are still as hostile as ever with busting gay and straight men for having sex on the Promenade (crack downs
on the fags, if you ask me) and the Portland Metro Bus system is finally getting an overhaul? That is great.
But, there is still Subterfuge (hiding) everywhere I go. Look that one up in the dictionary. That is your assignment for the day. However, if one could just
get rid of all the rude employees who make snide remarks when one is in the office contesting a stupid parking ticket with that Asshole
who is responsible for giving out tickets, I think his name is Andy, then maybe I wouldn't be such a pissed off camper. I used to love
Portland, Maine even with the gay bashings (don't approve of, lucky to be alive, etc.), the smelly trash cans and the hostile cops. You know
the next time I get stopped by a Portland Maine Cop for being up late at night dragging stuff home or for hanging out in the Park late at night
after dark I am going to ask him or her what she is doing after dark as I have a fantasy of being molested by a Portland Maine Cop. That might be fun, especially if he or she was hot. I don't want a Big Bear Cop Molesting me, that is for sure. That happened once when I was living at HellHole Island, somewhere on Irving Street with St. Lunatic, that would be my former slumlord, Donald Tramp. Being taken advantage of a hot cop is one of my fantasies anyways. That would be fun,
fun, fun. If they can usurp their authority, then I may as well crack a few jokes and get them going as they deserve nothing less, just to keep
them on their toes. Besides, it distracts them and confuses them to no end, that is fur sure. Yes, I know I ramble on and on but I hope this stupid little diatribe has made you laugh. That is what I hope.
No, I am not a former City worker who is disgruntled about their job. I just want a little bit of respect every now and then and to not be treated
like I am a FREAK from AZOID or wherever it is that people think I come from. Oh, that is right, I forget, I am from URANUS. Yes, people do notice you when you take better care of your
self but they also notice when you don't fit in. People can be so judegemental, including myself.
I should have left Portland, Maine the day I set foot off the bus at Greyhound here in Portland, Maine. Now I feel like a trapped lemming. Then I would be where I want to be
in my life: a place that I like. Portland, Maine is not that place. Should have left years ago and avoided all the bullshit I have been through.
And they say Portland, Maine and Maine in general are a great place to live? That is if you are rich and can avoid the bullshit that is thrown
out at us every day of the week by the media but people who are set in their ways and intent on destroying this beautiful little planet we call 'Mother Earth'. My little Earth. Some of are stewards whether we like it or not. I can do without the rest: greed, regular bombings of other cultures, and, oil being used as the excuse for all of this discrimination and strife caused by the Illuminati/Nerubian 1000 year war. That is, if you can stand dealing with the pettiness of being human and living in Portland, Maine and Maine in general. That is if your most inner shell has not cracked, yet. I feel like my shell is about to explode so there is only one thing left to do: Crawl back into it and be Oblivious for a while. Time to move on and up, up, up, like my former slumlord used to say in between bouts of being a nasty drunk. Poor Donald. I wonder what that bitch is up to these days??? I saw her at Shop and Save recently but I almost ran out of the store as I don't want to speak with HER ever again.

Maverick Ashley Lenartson

P.S. Google my name and you may be surprised.

P.P.S. I love self Promotion. It is the only way to go.

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Bad Dreams In The Night

2009-08-31T07:45:00.002-03:00

I live a pretty good life but I seem to have inherited the ability to be morose even in my dreams. Every now and then I have a bad dream and I cry in my dreams over something that I have thought I have lost. I am wandering all over the place lost and lonely but happy as I am happiest doing this in real life. It is like being a Wandering Jew or a Gypsy. I guess I am lonely like the Maytag Repair Man and you know how he feels having to fix all those Maytags that supposedly never break down. It sucks to be lonely like the Maytag Repair Man. But, sometimes it ain't so bad, if you know what I mean. He does get to fix things and appears to be well liked.

Well anyways, the gist of the dream is the following: I have a shit truck that needs to be fixed properly so I can drive it around again. It is my taxi for me and people who want cheap rides around Portland, Maine. I would be a taxi driver in real life. However, I am not interested in driving people around all that much as most people are cheap and don't want to pay shit for anything. That is just some people who have not learned how to get with the program or they might think that someone owes them something as they have a big chip on their shoulders and think that someone owes them because their shit does not stick. You know what I mean.

So, there I am in my dream crying about the loss of my truck as I decided to sell it to my High School teacher Mr. Ross who taught Psychology among other things. He was one of the better teachers I ever had as he really cared about his job and was full of Enthusiasm. I see him in the Old Port of Portland, Maine in my dreams and he is using my truck and happy and content to be sitting in the back of the truck but the truck has turned into a van of sorts, a hippie van it seems and he is finally happy and content and at peace in his life. I am not. At least this is what i saw in the dream. And then, I see that the front letter and the last letter of the license plate has been changed to blacked out paint by being sprayed out with spray paint. And, I think to myself, in the dream, "I am so jealous."

And then I am feeling loss and now that I am awake I am feeling jealous and like I got ripped off as he somehow purchased the truck from me and/or stole it and now I am feeling loss. Hindsight is 20/20 but now I feel like I have done the wrong thing by selling the truck in real life and like I should have never gotten rid of it? Or, did I really get ripped off by selling it for nothing just so I could have a little bit of money and to be happy for once with just a little bit of money? I dunno. Ripped off is all I am feeling in this dream. Not a good dream to be having.

What a tripped out shitty dream.

Have a nice day in hell. Right???

For those of you who read this story, thanks for reading it.

Maverick Ashley Lenartson

Crazy - Dea Mederez (The Video)

2009-08-20T13:44:00.005-03:00

This is a song about a scorned lover who does not get enough attention from their other half. The lyrics are great and so is the recording production value and the music. A nice soul ballad that is sure to go far on the charts digitally and otherwise. Enjoy listening to it as mucy as I enjoyed having it recorded when I did not know the Producer would take an option on it.

Maverick Ashley Lenartson

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You have to see this!

2009-04-21T02:09:00.001-03:00

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Ethan Minton & WCLZ/WMGX/Portland Radio Group

2009-03-24T02:02:00.003-03:00

Dear Television News Reporters, WMGX Listener/Request Line: 207-792-6278

It has been more than a year since I submitted a CD of my music to WMGX and Brian Poulin and Ethan Minton prevented a Pop Country song called 'Crazy' written by me and sung by David Fox from being played on the radio as he claimed "it did not fit the format". Well, I forgot about it and then tried to call Charlie Gaylord of WCLZ and putting one of my songs on Area Code 207 and Charlie told me specifically, "...get people here in Maine to record your songs." It is pretty sad that Maine treats artists from away better than people who live here. Very sad. Bullshit. I should be able to be played on the radio whether my songs are recorded in Maine or elsewhere. However, it appears Maine radio DJs have a DISCRIMINATION POLICY of not playing music by Local Professional Pop Songwriters who come from Maine who were originally born in NYC. What is up with that? I have brought my CDs to a number of area radio stations and they don't call me back, even when I e-mail them. I sent a CD to WCLZ and ETHAN MINTON turned out to be the Program Director there for the Portland Radio Group too and he again said, "The songs do not fit the radio format." If WCLZ can play Pop Tunes by Peter Gabriel and other recording artists like GENESIS, Jewel, etc. then they should have no problem playing my songs on WCLZ and WMGX. Now, Randy Kirschbaum is also claiming the songs do not fit the WMGX format because they are not RADIO HITS that have BEEN ESTABLISHED HITS when they clearly are and I would not be contacting you to do a NEWS STORY about THIS IMPORTANT PROBLEM if I did not have a case here. I have called the President of the Portland Radio Group (Cary Phigian) and he says, "If I find out that Ethan Minton is doing this I will personally fire him." So far, I have no idea what is going on as they refuse to e-mail me back about the fact that they are playing the songs on the radio or not. I am that good. I don't have time for games. I am a Professional.

My songs can be listened to on http://www.garageband.com under the name of Ashley Lenartson Band or found @
http://www.maverickthemusicalcowboy.blogspot.com under older posts (The orange and blue radio button for garageband) Click on that icon and you will get me.

This problem has gone on long enough and I am not going to take it anymore.

Please contact me about doing a NEWS STORY as I have no problem speaking to one of your reporters about the whole issue of why my songs will not be played on the PRG (Portland Radio Group). The head of the Portland Radio Group is Cary Phigian 774-4561 or 774-6364.

I know the reason the songs are not being played: Ethan is trying to keep me off the radio on account of an incident that happened in 1984 when my sister and I moved out of a house we lived in at 808 Congress Street and he tried to cancel payment on Security Deposits and did not want my sister nor I in the House. So, my twin sister and I took him to court and won the case and he had to pay the money back. He did a good job of harrassing both of us out of the house we lived in at the time by having one of his roommates harrass my sister to death. It was a messed up situation that did not make sense until recently.

Ethan cannot continue to impede my music business here in Maine as he is opening himself up for a lawsuit by impeding my business for no reason at all and not being a Professional and overlooking the b.s. that went on at the time and obviously is not able to separate his personal life from his private life because if he did this he would not be putting me through a living hell.

If you will recall there was also an incident where he was raising money for a certain cause, I don't remember what the cause was and he got caught embezzeling money he had raised and it was quite embarrassing for him and the people involved as he tried to take the money and run, like Steve Miller would say.

I want the songs played on WCLZ and WMGX and will not tolerate this anymore on account of the fact that these songs are worth millions of dollars. This is not an easy matter to be dealing with and there is no excuse for it.

You can have one of your reporters contact me at the e-mail address I am providing or you can call me at 207-774-5079 or 207-239-5037 (Cell Phone) to discuss the best time to do this news story.

Ashley Lenartson
Professional Songwriter

P.S. One of the reasons I lost the Comedy Connection Stand Up Professional Comedy Contest a few years back was the fact that I went over the allotted time: I was supposed to do three minutes and I ended up doing 9 minutes. I forgot why I was on stage but this is not about my Comedy Career it is about my Professional Songwriting Career.

I am trying to break the song, 'A Girl Like You' sung by Phil Gentile on WCLZ and WMGX but you'd think I was the worst songwriter that ever lived thanks to all this rejection I am receiving. Quite the opposite is true. That song is a Pop AOR Radio Ballad. You can listen to a snippet of that song @ http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/lenartson And you can also listen to the song 'Crazy - Dea Mederez' (Pop Ballad 3:22) that is included on the CD: The Magical Songs of Ashley Lenartson: Looking Through The Eyes of Love with my songs on it and for sale @ CD Baby. I am not going to get anywhere unless the songs get played on the radio and I am only trying to break my songs on radio here in Portland, Maine. They were played on WMPG and I had a perfect radio interview there. What gives???

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2009-01-29T03:27:00.001-04:00

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2009-01-29T02:58:00.001-04:00

2009-01-06T03:12:00.004-04:00

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2009-01-02T22:12:00.002-04:00

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2008-12-17T01:33:00.003-04:00

Hit Song Radio: A Girl Like You - Phil Gentile

2008-12-10T08:42:00.008-04:00

Good Felatio in Portland's Parks Illegal

2008-12-06T20:35:00.007-04:00

It has become apparent to me that the City of Portland, Maine and the Portland, Maine Police Officers/Department would rather create NO CRUISING ORDINANCES for the City of Portland, Maine Public after 10 p.m. -- specifically for the Western Promenade and the Eastern Promenade areas -- and then just send in an UNDERCOVER POLICE OFFICER TO IMPERSONATE A HOMOSEXUAL to bust people (gay and straight men who go up to the Promenade who want great blow jobs) using the TRESSPASSING ORDINANCE as THE REASON. But, I know damn well that teenagers, couples making love in their cars, limousines with people in them and female couples or single women who go up to the parks after 10 p.m. are clearly VIOLATING the TRESSPASS RULE only to get warned and told not to come back to the park after 10 p.m. You just never know what will happen in the park after dark, you just NEVER KNOW. Even people have been murdered in Deering Oaks Park and on The Western Promenade Park. And, I have been the VICTIM OF A HATE CRIME BY A BI_SEXUAL CLOSET CASE and 4 OTHER NASTY TEENAGERS. I'm LUCKY I AM NOT DEAD, but since there is NO SUCH THING AS DEATH. But, that is a another METAPHYSICAL STORY.
If a man or a woman is seen walking with the same sex it is AUTOMATICALLY assumed (ASS-U-ME -- Make an ass out of U & ME) that the two are gay or lesbian and looking to have sex in the bushes (gasp! gasp! I need air, I can't breathe). And, if you question the Impersonating Officers' Authority, you'll automatically be arrested, thrown in jail, made to pay a fine to get out of jail, and, given an additional fine for VIOLATING THE TRESSPASS RULE the 2nd Time Around. Sounds like a Shalamar record: The second time around, so much better than the 1st time... Plus, your name will be PUBLISHED in the PORTLAND PRESS HERALD WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION and THEN EVERYBODY IN PORTLAND PROPER AND IMPROPER WILL KNOW YOU ARE A ROCKSUCKER or A RUG BURNER. THE paper will even use your real name stating the crime your committed, the amount of the fine you paid and SOMETIMES even your MUG SHOT will be PUBLISHED, too! We live in a city that says it is NOT O.K. to be gay, but I don't think so.
If you are gay, you'll automatically be subjected to unjust rules and laws and thrown in jail for your SEXUAL ORIENTATION. What a BIAS PORTLAND, MAINE HAS. It is not a gay-lesbian friendly town at all. PORTLAND, ME: A LOT OF BULLSH*T FOR A LITTLE CITY. The City is lucky a CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT has NOT BEEN BROUGHT AGAINST IT for DISCRIMINATION, PREJUDICE and UNFAIR ARRESTS. LAWS WERE MADE TO BE USED AGAINST EVERYONE, NOT JUST CERTAIN SEGMENTS OF THE POPULATION but what does that matter? Portland, Maine is just an OLD HAG WITH A BUG OR TWO UP HER BUTT!!! She needs a little bit of TWEAKING to get her running again.

Maverick Ashley Lenartson
Portland, ME

I guess public comment on letters is fun to get as people think I hate Portland, Maine. I don't hate the City itself, just the stupid laws that are enacted to limit what the mainstream wants to limit: people of other ethnicity and sexual orientation. ETC. Get it???

Pix taken by Maverick Ashley Leanartson

2008-11-27T21:21:00.002-04:00

Rip Off!!! Rip Off!!! Rip Off!!!

2008-11-27T21:07:00.008-04:00

These are the people who have ripped ashley braine lenartson off in his lifetime:

A band member from Jerks of grass, the blond pig who lost a lot of weight, that is right, his name is Jason. What a fucking jerk.
Diane Clarke $614.00
Donald W. Foster - Bitch of the Northeast at Irving Street. She needs to be sexually molested and tortured for a while. Maybe that will shut her up.
Mike Sevengy + Charlie Breen (coke heads who got me to cash $4,000.00 worth of bad checks from a closed business account at One National Bank here in South Portland, Maine)
Mark Blaise + 4 other students from Deering High School who broke my nose, stole my tips for the night, threw my mountain bike in the gully of Deering Oaks and threw my wallet on the ground after stealing out of it what they could.
Mike Haley
Mike Haleys' girlfriend who got me to by a television on credit from Macy's at the Maine Mall
Charlotte Tomer
John Mitchell
Robert Bergeron (punched me in the head and gave me a partial concussion)
Tom Middleton (said I was a loser)
The Credit Card Companies
Amanda Lewis (t-shirt + postage)
Jason Voelpel ($1,500.00)
Daniel Noel ($700.00, paid $175.00 of that money back)
The Whole Grocer ($75.00)
Bill Hale (truck tools)
Ray Clarke (Toshiba Digital PDR C25 Camera, memory card, rechargable digital AA batteries - 4 of them.)
Sarah Cox (did not pay the correct amount of $$$ it costs to paint her house in a record 4 days: priceless)
Tom Middleton (told my twin-sister Sharon-Rose that "I am a loser.")
Brad Bean (for stealing my wallet and all of its contents: Credit Card from Providain $124.00 + $7.00 cash, liscense, stamps, business cards, Target Gift Buying Cards: $75.00, social security card, other important I.D.s, etc.)
JoAnne Hartford + Scarlett Gallery 699 Congress Street Portland, ME 04102 9 tie-dye/print shirts @ 10.00 each + 10 'I Love Cats' stickers @ .75c each for a total of $87.50 - $12.50 paid so far without the tax.

There are other people that need to be mentioned here but when I remember what it is that they did to me and/or how much money they stole "borrowed" from me I will let you know.

May they rot in hell for an ETERNITY and ENJOY it!!! However, what goes around comes around and this all gets stored in a person's Akashic Records, that would be the records of all deed and all times.

Have a great day in Paradise...It is Changing and so am I!!!

P.S. No More Loans!!! No more borrowing!!! Unless, you remember to pay it back or pay it forward.

Porn 4 Your Eyes Only!!!

2008-11-27T19:53:00.007-04:00

Getting Laid in an Alley Way on Congress Street, Portland, ME 04101
by Ashley Braine Lennartsson

The other day I got out of bed after a 12-15 hour headache, more like a 24-hour migraine. I decided to go for a walk as a result of being sick, needing fresh air, food and wanting to get out of the house. I wolfed down a beef, bean and cheese burrito, a bag of corn chips, a pint of Gatorade and a Cinnamon Swirl I purchased from 7-11 while on my walk through Portland, Maine. I then proceeded on a mission: to unwind and get laid. I felt uneasy about going for such a walk knowing I was recovering from drinking too much beer at Charlie's Restaurant and Bar the other night. I needed to heal my body, mind, soul, spirit and astral bodies as a result of getting sick. I knew it was way past my bedtime. I did not care. I needed the cool Fall air, which would help me to recover from my hangover. I also needed the exercise, even if it was 2:00 o'clock in the morning in Portland, Maine. I also wanted a hot man to fill my ever-pressing need to get laid and to feel better about my sexual need for intimacy. I had no condoms, lube or even a cock ring to keep my pumped up cock hard. I was a man on a mission and I usually get what I want. Tonight was no exception. I felt desperate to get laid and even risked going to jail as a result of my proclivities. As I walked away from 7-11 on Brighton Avenue, I thought about sitting down to rest. I was restless after eating my midnight snack. Even the counter clerk from Jamaica looked hot enough to lay. When I neared Congress Street, I took a left and walked past a few strangers, mostly men on Congress Street who had just gotten out of the bar from a hard night of drinking. Some of them were drunk and staggering along on their homeward paths. None of those guys appealed to me. I could have approached them for sex and said, "I'll blow you for $19.99. It is a Special I am running. Like it or not," and waited for their response. It would not have mattered to me, as having sex with a stranger is usually a yes or a no proposition. I don't have time for games. The further I walked up Congress Street, the more people I saw. Two guys were coming towards me and a hot guy with blond hair and a hot body talked to his equally hot male friend about making out with a 50-year-old woman. Some guys will do anyone for sex. Sometimes I have done guys I was not really interested in but at least I got laid. Sex was on everyone's mind or so it seemed. I walked further up the street. Four teenagers were walking up Congress Street. A fat looking girl with frizzled hair was walking with a twenty-four beer pack in her hands, talking to three male friends until one of them ran off and jumped drunk into his car while the other friend went after him to try to convince him not to drive home in such a state. I continued walking and finally came up to Longfellow Square and saw a guy by the name of Ben Dover. We made eye contact and he immediately ducked into an alleyway as soon as he saw me coming. I followed him. When I got to where he was standing, I wondered if this really was Ben. The mysterious guy sat down, hauled out his cock and began playing with it. I unzipped my now raging dick. He immediately started sucking on it for all he was worth. It really was Ben. Such a hot cocksucker Ben is. We jerked off briefly and then he got up, turned around and bent over. "Billy, stick your hot dick up my ass and come inside of me," Ben said. I shivered and wondered if we would be caught having sex in the alleyway by the old ugly queen who lives in one of the buildings on State Street. After Ben sucked me, he got up and I proceeded to suck his fat, thick, uncut cock. This did not last long. Soon, Ben turned around, bent over and stuck his ass out begging me to stick it in and to fuck him as hard as I possibly could. I still felt sick and as I had no condoms or lube or even a metal cock ring to keep my pumped up cock hard, I wondered if I could stick my dick up his ass and shoot a hot creamy load inside of it. Ben spit on his hands and lubed up his asshole while I played with my raging hardon. He moaned and begged me to fuck him. I obliged. Ben did not take long to open up to receive my hot, uncut, 7 1/4" dick. I did not think I could do it or that my dick would go in his tight asshole but it did. I felt the moist heat of his volcano begging for my hot meat and shoved it home. I let my now raging hardon sit in his asshole for a second or two and then rammed it home. I felt like I was at a Mets game in front of 50,135 people performing the sex act of my life. , "Oh Billy, stick that hard cock of yours inside of me and come in my ass," Ben said.After a few minutes of fucking Ben and wildly exchanging kisses like two dogs in heat, I popped my hot smelly cock out of Ben's ass and we started jerking off together. We kissed passionately. It did not take long for both of us to pop our hot creamy loads in the moonlight in that back alley off Congress Street in Portland, Maine. This was a hot scene. Upon debarkation from our tryst, I said to Ben, "See you around." He just winked at me and said, "Thanks Billy, I needed that." I walked home in the cool, crisp Fall air, feeling relieved that I had achieved my mission: going for a walk after being sick and getting laid by my former friend, Ben Dover.maverickthemusicalcowboy.blogspot.comThe other day I got out of bed after a 12-15 hour headache, more like a 24-hour migraine. I decided to go for a walk as a result of being sick, needing fresh air, food and wanting to get out of the house. I wolfed down a beef, bean and cheese burrito, a bag of corn chips, a pint of Gatorade and a Cinnamon Swirl I purchased from 7-11 while on my walk through Portland, Maine. I then proceeded on a mission: to unwind and get laid. I felt uneasy about going for such a walk knowing I was recovering from drinking too much beer at Charlie's Restaurant and Bar the other night. I needed to heal my body, mind, soul, spirit and astral bodies as a result of getting sick. I knew it was way past my bedtime. I did not care. I needed the cool Fall air, which would help me to recover from my hangover. I also needed the exercise, even if it was 2:00 o'clock in the morning in Portland, Maine. I also wanted a hot man to fill my ever-pressing need to get laid and to feel better about my sexual need for intimacy. I had no condoms, lube or even a cock ring to keep my pumped up cock hard. I was a man on a mission and I usually get what I want. Tonight was no exception. I felt desperate to get laid and even risked going to jail as a result of my proclivities. As I walked away from 7-11 on Brighton Avenue, I thought about sitting down to rest. I was restless after eating my midnight snack. Even the counter clerk from Jamaica looked hot enough to lay. When I neared Congress Street, I took a left and walked past a few strangers, mostly men on Congress Street who had just gotten out of the bar from a hard night of drinking. Some of them were drunk and staggering along on their homeward paths. None of those guys appealed to me. I could have approached them for sex and said, "I'll blow you for $19.99. It is a Special I am running. Like it or not," and waited for their response. It would not have mattered to me, as having sex with a stranger is usually a yes or a no proposition. I don't have time for games. The further I walked up Congress Street, the more people I saw. Two guys were coming towards me and a hot guy with blond hair and a hot body talked to his equally hot male friend about making out with a 50-year-old woman. Some guys will do anyone for sex. Sometimes I have done guys I was not really interested in but at least I got laid. Sex was on everyone's mind or so it seemed. I walked further up the street. Four teenagers were walking up Congress Street. A fat looking girl with frizzled hair was walking with a twenty-four beer pack in her hands, talking to three male friends until one of them ran off and jumped drunk into his car while the other friend went after him to try to convince him not to drive home in such a state. I continued walking and finally came up to Longfellow Square and saw a guy by the name of Ben Dover. We made eye contact and he immediately ducked into an alleyway as soon as he saw me coming. I followed him. When I got to where he was standing, I wondered if this really was Ben. The mysterious guy sat down, hauled out his cock and began playing with it. I unzipped my now raging dick. He immediately started sucking on it for all he was worth. It really was Ben. Such a hot cocksucker Ben is. We jerked off briefly and then he got up, turned around and bent over. "Billy, stick your hot dick up my ass and come inside of me," Ben said. I shivered and wondered if we would be caught having sex in the alleyway by the old ugly queen who lives in one of the buildings on State Street. After Ben sucked me, he got up and I proceeded to suck his fat, thick, uncut cock. This did not last long. Soon, Ben turned around, bent over and stuck his ass out begging me to stick it in and to fuck him as hard as I possibly could. I still felt sick and as I had no condoms or lube or even a metal cock ring to keep my pumped up cock hard, I wondered if I could stick my dick up his ass and shoot a hot creamy load inside of it. Ben spit on his hands and lubed up his asshole while I played with my raging hardon. He moaned and begged me to fuck him. I obliged. Ben did not take long to open up to receive my hot, uncut, 7 1/4" dick. I did not think I could do it or that my dick would go in his tight asshole but it did. I felt the moist heat of his volcano begging for my hot meat and shoved it home. I let my now raging hardon sit in his asshole for a second or two and then rammed it home. I felt like I was at a Mets game in front of 50,135 people performing the sex act of my life. , "Oh Billy, stick that hard cock of yours inside of me and come in my ass," Ben said.After a few minutes of fucking Ben and wildly exchanging kisses like two dogs in heat, I popped my hot smelly cock out of Ben's ass and we started jerking off together. We kissed passionately. It did not take long for both of us to pop our hot creamy loads in the moonlight in that back alley off Congress Street in Portland, Maine. This was a hot scene. Upon debarkation from our tryst, I said to Ben, "See you around." He just winked at me and said, "Thanks Billy, I needed that." I walked home in the cool, crisp Fall air, feeling relieved that I had achieved my mission: going for a walk after being sick and getting laid by my former friend, Ben Dover.maverickthemusicalcowboy.blogspot.com

pictures of Peter Eater

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Musical Madness & Mayhem

2008-11-14T10:32:00.004-04:00

Just because one is a gifted lyric writer, comedian, artist and healer does not mean that the person in question is going to get anywhere with their creative life. The key is to have people in my life who legitimately care about me and who are not just out to use me like a dirty rag and then toss me out once I have been taken advantage of and left for dead, more than likely, a wounded animal/human being who has been hurt. No need to be a Professional Victim here. I will save that job for someone else, but not me anymore. Someone else can have the position. I don't want it anymore. It does not get me anywhere and all it does is leave me stewing in my own juices and feeling used, messed up and abused. There is already enough of that going on in the world. "Stop your Bitching. There are already enough Bitches in the world."