House of the rising son

      There are days like today where I wake up feeling like a loser. Nothing new it happens often. Matter of fact, it's a wo's me party in my head. Poor me, poor me.

      Then it takes a few minutes. A good cup of coffee and something light to eat and I'm almost there. I sit and think and remember. Not the bad things, but about the they lovely women in my life. All that beautiful pussy. How much love there was. How truly blessed and fortunate I've been to have had women love me so much that to not have me meant they would rather destroy me. There's a thin line between love and hate. Very thin. 

      Then there's Bob. An old man that I love with all my heart. Not sexual, but a   Genuine love. He is more the any family or any friend have ever been.

      I met Bob when I was being treated with physical therapy for my right knee. He was the Director of recreation. More then that he was a person who cared enough to spend time sitting and talking with me. You could compare him to what an old style chorus singer. Knows all the standard Broadway show songs and has a history of films from the 30's thru to the. 60's. We'd spend lots of time talking about so many of the Hollywood stars of yesteryear.

     After I got out we stayed in touch. He helped me clear my drivers lic. And I got my hack lic. He made a loan and I kept my word. Since then I bought him a gold watch, and a gold chain and crucifix. In the last 5 years I pretty much changed his wardrobe. Shirts, slacks, sweaters. You name it. He's my bud and there's nothing I won't do or give him. I just wish I could do more. He's always there for me and I'm there for him. 

     It's not the kind of thing I take lightly, love. But I love Bob. I'm glad I met him. And I pray he's around for many more birthdays. You know, if I could I'd give him years from my life I want him around so. But that's not how it works. It's Gods time, not mine! Bob is my rising Sun.