Rocco

Rocco

I was the best. I was trained to be a killer. My owner would use smaller animals to train me. I would enjoy feeling my jaws clamp down on the flesh of the poor defenseless animals. When I was done with those smaller animals like cats and rabbits there would be nothing left. I would feel nothing like a robot, or a soldier’s military bearing after combat. I was the best until I was to fight the love of my life. It rocked my demeanor and how I viewed the world.
We had pups and for those of you who don’t believe a pit-bull would have these kind of emotions to their sport- think again. There are a lot of things humans don’t know about man’s best friends.
Anyway, she was beautiful we were actually bred together for more pups. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her. When she bit me I just licked her back. She would ask me during the fight, the only way a dog could, why wasn’t I fighting back, I would reply I love you as a tear went down my face.
The crowd that night would cuss and spit at me. The smell of reefer was in the air. I was known through out the neighborhood as being the best. The patrons outside the pit never saw a dog as strong as me just taking the blows from another dog.
After it was all over my owner kicked me in the side. The love of my life had no scars or puncture marks from my teeth. I was beaten up pretty badly. Even then I knew there will be a rematch.
At the time my name was Thomas. I always hated that name. My owner was a drunk and depended on his dog fighting to pay the bills. After the fight he left me alone for the most part. He didn’t even put me back in my cage he just left me in his front yard to die, but I was planning to escape when I got my strength back. He would throw scraps of chicken and give water every once in awhile.
I would lay in that front yard and watch him as he left and comeback. I couldn’t open the gate my self, but I figured if I timed it right-I could escape.
The gate would swing open then slowly close. I had to time it right. Sometimes I would just stare at it while counting how much time I would have until it closed again.
The front yard was a lot better then the back yard where the fighting took place. In the backyard, I would be surrounded by a line of plywood with another dog. We were in there to fight and it didn’t stop until one of us couldn’t go on or was even dead. This was not the life for me.
His front yard was ugly. It had no grass, but thankfully there was a shade tree. I layed underneath it most of the time just watching my owner leave and come back leave and come back.
Three months later I wasn’t limping as much. My scars and scratches didn’t feel as bad. I watched the front gate swing open then close. My owner paid me no mind until I started growling and I started edging closer to freedom.
My owner eyes looked terrified. I love that feeling when I scare or horrify another beast or sometimes a human. He didn’t know if he wanted to comeback into the gate. I backed away, and he swung the gate open, and I started running.
He yelled, “No No!!”
But it didn’t face me I ran right by him.
“I thought you were dying.” He told me.
I just kept on running.
After I left my owner didn’t try to find me. I never saw him again which was fine with me. I thought of running away for so long I didn’t think about what I was going to do. I stayed at a play ground there were plenty of places to lie under while it rained.
Two days went by and I was starving. A boy showed up with a bag full of hamburgers. They smelled so good. I went over to him. I think I startled him at first because he jumped up from his seat.
“Are you a good dog?” He asked.
I barked.
“Of course you are. Do you want some hamburger?”
I went over to him, and he took the beef out of the one he hadn’t been eating from. He held it in his hand. I guess he wanted to feed me. My owner used to just throw my food on the floor.
I stepped softly to him. Was he going to hit me? Or kick me?
He held out the paddy and I stuck out my nose to smell it. While I was doing this I looked at him. He had a black eye and some scratches on his face. Was he a fighter? What happened?
I went closer and closer. The he just gave it to me. It tasted so good.
He started petting me, and even that felt good. He padded my belly and I rolled unto my back, of course after I ate the hamburger.
“I think I am going to call you Rocco.”
I like the name Rocco.
Suddenly I heard a woman’s voice.
“Dennis…. Dennis”
The voice was coming from a house across the street from the play ground.
“That’s my mom. I have to go. Rocco stay and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wouldn’t you know it; he was there the next day with another hamburger. It was the same kid with a black eye and scratches. We ate and I layed down beside him. He petted me and talked to me until the voice called him again.
He left and I followed so I could see where he goes when he leaves. He went into a house, and it looked like a nice house. I wished I could live there with him.
The next morning he left the house with a backpack on his back. I decided to follow him.
The expression on his face was tight. He looked scared of something. I wanted to see what it was.
Suddenly three big kids were in front of him. They weren’t willing to let him by. I got mad so mad that I decided to do something about it.
I ran down there and stopped at my new best friend. I started growling and foaming at the mouth. The three kids looked scared.
“If you don’t leave me alone,” the kid said, “Rocco will eat you up like you were Alpo.”
They left him alone, and he went to a big building. I stayed there waiting. I waited there for hours until he came out.
I saw him, and I also saw the three kids that gave him trouble. I barked and they decided to go across the street. My new best friend came over to me, and we walked back to his house.
He told me to wait outside his front door. I did so. He went inside, and brought out this woman. They were talking about me.
“A dog,” she said, “help you with those darn bullies.”
He brought her where I was waiting. We made eye contact and her eye’s slip to a sympathetic look.
“He looks like one of those fighting dogs.”
“A fighting dog?” My new best friend inquired.
“He looks beaten up.” She concluded.
“Can I keep him mom?” He asked.
She knelt down beside me, and loved on me a little bit.
“It would be nice to have a man in the house.”
“Yea!” My new best friend shouted.
My new family loved on me and I never felt the need to run away again.

What Planet are you from?

WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM?

Vivie had two older brothers who liked to play sports and video games.
The three of them would play soccer in their back yard after school.
When Vivie was at school she played with the boys.
Her mother would try to dress her in pink dresses but she stopped when she noticed that Vivie would come home with grass stains on her pink dresses.
So Vivie just wore blue jeans and a t-shirt
At school when the students were outside playing the boys would play soccer. But the girls would play house.
Vivie didn’t understand why the girls would want to play house. Neither did the boys who wanted to play soccer.
Vivie was never the first one picked to play but she was picked.
The boys didn’t understand why more girls weren’t like Vivie.
One day when the students were getting their book bags ready to go home. Stephanie, a girl with pig tails and a nice yellow dress came up to Vivie.
“What planet are you from? Stephanie asked.
Vivie knew she was on the planet earth but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer the question.
“I am from this one.” Vivie answered.
Stephanie shook her head. “You’re weird.”
This made Vivie mad.
“I maybe weird but at least I am not like you.”
Stephanie stomped her foot like most angry little girls do and went running to the teacher.
Vivie didn’t know if she would be in trouble so she just stood there and waited for her name to be called by the teacher.
Vivie was surprise to find out that Stephanie was the one who had gotten into trouble.
The teacher had had a long day and she told Stephanie to use her nice words.
Vivie smiled and look forward to the ride home from school, because at home Vivie could play with her two older brothers.
Vivie got into her mother’s car and told her about Stephanie.
“I’ve wondered what planet I was from when I used to make you wear pink dresses to school.” Vivie’s mother said.
They both laughed as they drove off to pick up Vivie’s older brothers.
Vivie and her two older brothers played soccer while their mom fixed dinner.
Dad got home from work so mom called Vivie and her two older brothers to the table for dinner.
While they were all at the dinner table dad asked about their day.
Vivie told him about Stephanie and the teacher.
“Well, did you ask what planet she was from?” Vivie dad asked.
Vivie replied, “No.”
Thomas, one of Vivie’s older brothers said, “Most girls are weird.”
Their dad laughed.
“You know we are all different that is what makes life so interesting.” Vivie’s mom said.
“Your mother is right, no two children are the same and that is how it is in the adult world too.”
Vivie smiled. “I like that we are all different.”

Black biker weekend at Myrtle Beach, SC

black jeans in threads going up her thighs, connected to stellato heals. It could all be missed by the big hump in the back, vibrating with the motor of her crotch rocket. You won't see her again in the dark seas of biker weekend. The rebels would weave between other bikers and cars when there are spaces between the men in dark blue in the heat of Memorial weekend. You could see late model comaros painted two tone.Threeblocking the traffic at the gas station at Walmart.
Also possibly underage African queens with blue tented contacts avoiding the sun with a cup of complimentary water at the Bojangles.
Can't help but stare at the long straight hair with the curves that threatens the white man's law abiding expression
the music vibrates their windows bombs out on coming cars with local and vacationers coming and going on 17.
The police are out numbered but their pressence is known
South Carolina prints the deaths in the paper maybe because of the no helmet laws lessening the blows of brain injuries.
Despite the complaints by locals about noices of accelerating engines, bike weekend proves that the SOuth will not rise again.