Roxella the lady of the alley

Roxella has been a major player in many aspects of my life. It is reasonable that you wonder just who, why, where, when about her. I can tell you where. I was sixteen or seventeen yeah I was sixteen when the alley that served both our apartments was my path. I drove past Roxella who was a complete stranger at that point. Now some may call it fate others might use the term karma I believe it was simple raw testoserone that had me drive around to make a second pass. I drew up beside her, window down and asked "Can I give you a ride?' She looked at her friend and said somthing like "I guess I'll see you tommorrow" she climbed into my inherited '65 Ford pick-up truck (I use the term pick-up loosely here) and I drove past about two apartments and Roxella says "Stop I live here in #7, give me a call" and hoped out. I was blown away I drove past about two more apartments parked and went up to my place bewildered.

I decided I was either in for something good or Roxella had simply had second thoughts about accepting a ride and had bailed

Well we had some good times we had some so -so times then there was remand.

When you discovered the Earth was round

The Earth is round! Who knew?

Do you still have a glimmer of a memory believing that eyesight was not unlike hearing? That just as you can only hear a truck drive so far down the road you can only see so far to the horizon 'cause thats only how far you can see?

Do you also remember not being real surprised when it was explained how the Earth was spherical?

Do you ever wonder what other mistruths you believe?

When as we mature are we less easily swayed by others assertions?

Fiddlesticks and Coffee Pots

Growing up seemed like such a hardship with little fun and lots of,...well, hardship. The Scots family, although complete idiots, tried to work me to the bone. I would do my chores and eat my supper and go to bed at 8:00 pm. After the Scots would go to bed at 9:00 I would sneak down into Eileen's purse and grab a little bit of cash and then out my bedroom window. I would meet up at the Slurp and Munch with my buddies and would proceed to get some rye whiskey and try to score some pot. When we couldn't find pot we would try to get oil. If we couldn't find oil then we would try to get some crack and so on. Some sort of narcotic to smoke. Roxella liked to smoke. Anything she could get her hands on. And I don't know the guy who would refuse Roxella. Well, more on her later. It's about the end of computer time. I'm back a little sooner than I expected. Turns out the fellow in the cell next to mine had this computer time but was sleeping away, snoring too. I was able to bribe the guard into letting me come back here.

Ever since my fellow inmates and I were able to put together an isomeriser that looks like a coffee urn and we now get high grade Dark Turkish coffee beans for the general population (thank you Roxella). We can now generate a high grade almost narcotic coffee oil that some of us use recreationaly and others as I just did, use to bribe administration. We let a rumour circulate that one of the inmates (a lifer) in the upper racks had a line on a special oil that is unlike any oil from any where else in the world because of the manner in which it is transported across the dessert in Ethiopia on camel in blazing heat. This rumour served two purposes: 1:It took all possible suspicion off our "production urn" and 2: It boosted the percieved value among staff who could be bought.

Understanding L.N. and Benefiting

Hi! I'm L.N. son of the state, I say this because my entire memory as far back as it reaches finds me in a Federal, Provincial or more recently Municipal institute.

Please understand that the concept of last names is absolutly foreign to me. As I grew up in various orphanages everyone only had a first name, they had no family they were just themselves they had no last name. There was a day when if you say introduced me to "Tom Swift" I would hear "L.N. this is Tom $"the last name would take me by surprise or confuse me. In Tom Swifts case I would be puzzled by your addition of the adverb swift. For a moment I might think are we entering some kind of quasi cast system like that which India claims no longer exists. A name like Hendrix, Tipple or Washylashun will just strike me as a foreign word. Do please bare with me as I educate and civalize myself over time. I don't mean to whine or anything but its been tough growing up in some of the poorest orphanages in the free world. To give you an example I spent nineteen months in an organization whose concept of toilet paper was an old wool sock and a stick to beat it clean with. Don't ask I won't discuss it, I'm still in therapy.

You the reader may at any time view my compositions, expose`s and analytical renderings disturbing, enchanting or even inspiring at any given moment.

Let it be known that L.N. shoots from the hip and makes no apologies 'cause the truth needs no apologies. If you have a problem with what I've written don't argue with me argue with the word!

I suppose it isn't really fair of me to ask that you have faith in what I have to tell you if you know nothing about me. I was born in 1962, raised in various orphanages then later group homes. In 1978 when I was nearly sixteen years old the Scots family adopted me and formaly named me Leroy Nero Scots. Yeah thats right Leroy Nero. They truely were a diabolical pair Mr. & Mrs. Scots, I think it took days for them to apply those two names to my initials. The name taught me how to fight though. All the same it gets tiresome taking down big mouthed jerks who find humour in what another persons name happens to be. I shortened my name back to L.N. I could have changed it completely for about a hundred bucks but a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks and besides I didn't want to throw away the legendary status Leroy Nero had earned with the skin of his knuckles and toe and heel of his boots.

More than once I asked an asshole "what do you suppose the initials L.N. stand for?"

"Duh, gee I don't know"

"It stands for Leroy Nero", really sometimes it was like I carried a small automatic handgun that became visable when I uttered that phrase.