And the Haters Beat goes on...

I dont care what people think of me.. I am who I am. I love who I am. I enjoy life to its fullest and try things no one else has either thought of or was to fearful, insecure to try. I am sorry all of you think I was some evil guy. But if you think about it not one of you can come up with a single good reason why your all hating on me.

The New War..or old War?

2012 The Next Evolutionary Step

In Mayan days they were Obsessed with time and the sun. They were so concerned with it they made it a lifestyle. They were said to predict the future of man and when each Species takes the next evolutionary step. With each passing of the Sun the calendar moved to different combinations and the elder Mayans would read from it.. they would care for their own and were friendly to all comers.

They would ritually sacrifice their own to the sun each day.. then smear the blood upon their omens. The Mayans believed in man to have different eras. Every 356 years this era would end and a new era formed. This era.. Is set to end on 12/21/2012.. And it is believed that a new evolution of man will emerge.

The streets of New York.. 02/28/1989.

“Mom, can I have an ice cream cone?” a small child asks his mother with a respectful tone.

“itll spoil your dinner.. no.” she replies then grabs the 7 year old’s hand and walked away from the ice cream stand.

The child.. respectful of his mother contained his anger in is head by screaming “I want oooonnneee… Mooom get me one NOOOOwwww!!!!”

His mother stops walking for a second… the small boy waits and looks up in puzzlement.. “OK lets get a small cone”

Happy that he got the vanilla soft serve cone. He happily licked away at it, never giving a thought to the coincidental event. The boy didn’t know it.. But he was special.. Very special.

12/12/2011

“beep beep”.. “text message has arrived” emanates from the pocket of fine Italian slacks. A man grabs it from his pocket.. his hair cut perfectly short with a perfect part.. His face clean shaven, even eyebrows trimmed to girlish standards. Text message reads “Meet me at the corner bistro on fifth.. lunch with the Polo ad rep” The man flips closed his key pad and dials a number onto this same device.

“Ill be there in 15 minutes”

“ohh, where are ya?” the voice of a man on the phone replies

“East side”

Laughs” You’ll never make it here in 15 minutes.. Ill stall the client”

“Bet on it” presses end on the cell phone and then jumps into a waiting car.. tips the valet from the hotel and revs up his Enzo Ferrari and burns the tires…

The car sounds like a revved out motorcycle as he weaves in and out of traffic .. into tunnels the motor revs and echos through the city. The sleek black car looks out of place as it flys through back alleys and short cuts. He makes a hard right turn grabs the e-brake and power slides it up to the valet.. who jumped back thinking he would get hit.. The man steps out and hands the valet a 100 dollar bill, the valet responds “ Thank you Mr. Orian.”.. for the last time Victor call me Keith”.. “ok sir”

Orian enters the bistro.. and is immediately seated.. leaving waiting customers on the waiting bench. 2 men sit with him one older and round the other bald and very thin.

The round man taps his watch.. “you said 15 minutes.. you meant it.”.. Time is very important John not only to me but my clients as well” Hello Mr Wally” Keith responded. “Very nice to finally meet with you Mr. Orian.. you are an elusive man.” Mr wally gayishly conveys.

“as you”

“ I am having issues with the magazine spread we talked about earlier.”” We wanted to have a 2 page spread only, but John feels that a 3 page spread is the better solution.”” Of course the price that you estimated before this is doubled.” I am not sure we want to go in that direction” Mr Wally conveys.

Keith rubs his chin… “If john says its needed it usually is..” Keith flips through the pictures almost sarcastically. “ I think you will need the 3 pages .. to really convey the line of scents, it would fit better in our layout as well”

Mr Wally kicks back in his chair and in disgust” I think your both nuts and the cost doesn’t justify the benefits.”

Keith stares at his client.. his eyebrows furl and he blinks for a sec.. in his mind he screams…”You will take the proposal and approve it!!!!” in the loudest voice he can muster in his mind. His face blushed.. a small amount of sweat tainted his forehead.

Mr Wally.. folds his arms..and leans back into his chair..”Let me see..” he picks up the layouts again. Looks over them ...”Ok lets do it.” I don’t know why I want to... but hey lets do it”

John grows a great big smile and his grayed eyebrows rise into his forehead. “HAHA!! Great to hear” And shakes Wally’s hand. “Ill have the papers sent over” John grabs his blackberry and starts to text information. Their lunches arrive and Wally looks over at Keith and says ...”You’re a different kind of guy.. I wonder what makes you so different feeling?”... Keith responds... “I get that a lot”.. Wally crosses his legs like a horny women” I bet you do...” and laughs in a sexual manner. Keith just ignores it.

After lunch John and Keith walk to the parking lot to acquire their respective cars.

“How you do it ill never know.” John Boasts

“Its all about how you say it. Your tone of voice.” Keith brags... Then smiles as his Black Ferrari is pulled up by a valet. John looks at the car in envy. “and here I though I was successful driving my Mercedes.” Keith lights a cigar.. enters the car. Burns the tires and heads out into the night.

John shakes his head.. “I gotta borrow that car some day.” Hands the Valet a ticket and waits for his car to be retrieved.

Next week …

The dates draw closer to the next piece of the puzzle.