It’s been more then a minute and months sense my last post. Reasons being I lost my way a bit and couldn’t find the motivations to publish blogs any longer. I kept writing but the motivation.
Death, loss and pain. That has been the spice and black-pills for me. Now I’m done with that. New era and new changes.
A lot of changes. Good and bad changes in the world. I find it all funny some how and I want to make people laugh and enjoy words and life for it’s puzzling and complicated moments.
I found my motivation. I’ll be bustling the blog as my job. You, the reader are my customer to delight and enchant for today.
This blog will be my street corner. For the would be traveler on the roads of the interwebs. I’ll treat you to a laugh, a smile or whimsical time and place to breath from a world of mad derangement.
The days have gone to the dogs. A division is present. Two waves of opinions. Two roads divided.
Conflict. I used to find it frightening. Now I breath it in like cotton candy vap juice and exhale red smoke and smooth dreamy vibes. I’m dogmatic and hard headed to fight in the shade of the arrows of despair with a smile and a butter knife in my hand.
I encourage you if your feeling low to embrace the same gusto my friend.
Warm Regards,
L. M. Parker
Or
Guardiandogg
Update 2024
Welcome to the days gone Dogg.
I am your host and the artist known as
GuardianDogg.
The ride doesn’t end and my sense of humor has only been feed and gotten a little darker then I thought it would. This blog is the landscape for my realm of dreams and fictional experiments and my journey in to the wonderful world of the current era of the…..
IRON AGE of the 21st century Americana artists.
I’m just adding up the points now and having a lot of fun. Things are heating up. It’s an election year, wars popping up all the world, Financial woes and over inflation of assholes.
Hmm. Let’s go!
I’m feeling hot damn grateful to be alive and inspired to kick some ass. Get your butter knives up and join me on the creatives journey.
Frankly I don’t care. What matters most is duty and honor. However, I have my hobbies that define me.
I am not interested in self discovery as
I was in my youth and the raging 20s.
What interests me is thinking. Give me a subject. Give me a problem. Give me a puzzle to solve and my subdued responses too life at times turns over and I find myself tuned into the moment.
My mind fog of boredom and mindless routines dissipates. I am tuned into the moment and my mind is feed and engaged in the question. What is the answer? Or how many answers can I come up with for a viable solution?
I’ve known who I was when I was 16 years old. I spent the rest of the time either fighting it or pretending I didn’t know for some psychological bullshit reason.
I believe half the reason most young dudes don’t know supposedly is because they’re ignoring how they behave and what they say out their own mouth.
I was the same way.
Don’t get me wrong. Life and situations change us in ways and shine a light on some shit we do that makes us change either to adjust to reality or survive. Programming is a real thing. The Public school system is a testimony to that shit. Your programmed to behave in away.
But, at some point you are what the fuck you are and if your not a uncontrollable fucking liar then you know and your turning your eyes away from it because….
In normal every day grind of the day I settle into following orders at a job. I like assignments and knowing what is my part in a organizational body or a business relationship.
Why?
I see it as I signed a contract to fulfill my end of an agreement. I have to do this in exchange the business gives me something of value in exchange for my work and time. Simple one for one.
What can end the business relationship?
1. If however, I do this and you don’t give me what you promised then there is nothing in it for me then fuck you and fuck your contract
2. You get to personal. Listen. Business is business. I’m a disinterested party looking to get some bread and provide some value to a customer. I got a tribe to be personal with my dude. If you (the business) assume a unprofessional (female bullshit) attitude with me then I’m in that mode of making my exit plan.
Outside of work. I don’t follow no man or woman. I go my own way. I like to float ideas some times to my people and figure out my plans but overall I’m going to do what I’m going to do.
It was another quiet beautiful night just right after a series of rainy days that had finally came to a hault. There was a glow about the city after the rain that just made every building glow and give off a dreamy feeling as advertisements for detapad memory require businesses flashed on glass corporate buildings. It was a good night to do some work while enjoying the sights of the city at thebest time of day. It had been two weeks sense the Glassgo job and still I had the feeling the old man was still sore about not getting to kill me as he planned.
Everywhere I went now I could feel the all-seeing-eyes of Glassgo influence and his nosy spies tracking me every night I went out for a job with my sister but still he kept himself and his watchers hidden. I wondered about it only at odd times in between jobs and trying to avoid being caught in the wrong place for a right time to fall onto some bullets or laser blasts to the face at the back end of a smoke house when I went to practice my cherry cigarette chain smoking habit.
Valerie called me a dangerously dumb fool for continuing my habit with an enemy so keen on an opportunity for me to have a happy accident. She was one to talk with her hobby of going on ten to twenty minutes “dates” with mid range advertisement models owned by small time companies.
Glassgo was a strange one tracking a small timer like me. The only reason I could theorize for it was simply Glassgo was either extremely bored or needed me for a job later. If he had boredom, I didn’t give a damn but If he wanted me to work for him I knew working for the purple district king would only get me killed.
I looked up as I saw Valkyrie’s cabbie arriving by air onto the roof top parking space.
I walked over pulling out my piece and waving for her to roll down the sliding window. Valkyrie rolled down the window to show me her yellow painted middle finger and her peirced tongue. “Get your bony ass in the my ride. I got a job for us to do.”
I walked over to the side door as it was opened titling upward at an angle. I hoped inside and pulled the door back down into place where it connected with the door lock with a loud ka-chink and thud.
I looked to the front where my sister was already looking forward and preparing the cabbie for a quick take off and we were off again.
“So what’s the job? Another simple runner job?” I asked and tried and failed to keep the boredom out of my voice.
Valkyrie snickered at my tone. “The file is on the seat next to you genius. It’s a skip tracer for a family member looking to find their youngest cub. I think you might like this one. Check it out.”
I waited not seeing my ride any where. I wondered about it. I heard man’s heavy foot steps behind. But, I didn’t hear the sound of a blaster being charged up to fire on me. I wondered about that.
“You caused a very big stirr tonight. Mr. Mystery. For what? A trinket in a safe? You missed the gold cards.” Glassgo said behind me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I gripped the railing for support.
“I didn’t mess anything your Majesty? I took what I came here for. I’m not a greedy man or stupid enough to test my luck with you seeing how easy you made it for me to get into your penthouse. Hmm.”
“What gave me away?” Glassgo asked.
“You haven’t killed me yet. I wonder why?” I said.
“No no. That wasn’t it. Ask a better question. I’ll wait.” Glassgo countered.
“Why let that asshole around your princess? That makes no sense at all. Were you testing him or her? That didn’t sit well with my thinking for how Kings operate in regards to females that belong to their pack. After that. Nothing was right at all about this job to my taste.”
“Finley has been overstepping his boundaries of late and his sudden interest in my daughter has become annoying. Your arrival and whatever you said to her was impressive and got the ball rolling toward me removing him from my daughter’s life. It was very impressive. Would you prefer to be thrown down the stairs or combat ritual killing. Your employers can get the Data drive off your dead body of course. Your pack will receive their payment for the job.”
I laughed. “You are a funny charecter your Majesty. No. I prefer to handle things my own way. Good night to you.” I said before I dove off the side and did a dead man fall to the city street.
I smiled feeling the rush and my heart racing. I started to close my eyes until I saw a black hover cabbie racing up toward me with the passenger door open.
When it got close enough I grabbed a hold on the safety handle inside and pulled myself into the cabbie as the door slid closed and I heard Eddie Williams singing his new song Rage against the Machine Empire on Valkrie’s speaker system.
“Your late.” I said staring at the back dark hair of my partner/sister.
“I had a date with a pretty red head for ten minutes. She couldn’t get enough of me.” Valkrie said with arrogant tone in her voice. “I was listening though to the last bit of the conversation you had with Glassgo. What are we going to do about getting paid?”
“Sell the drive back to the client at double the price or to their competitors. They left out details and tried to do a double cross that’s written in our contract with them in case they decided to play games. Give me my computer?”
Valkrie snorted loudly and slipped me my laptop from the front seat of the cabbie. “I can’t believe you snuck that by them in the contract.”
I smiled. “It pays high dividends to have an ex-contractual writer in your business, sister. Alright. Time to do some research.”
“On clients to sell the data drive?”
I shook my head. “I already have a list of them. Give me a second.” I said searching for the image in of the painting on the virtual cyberspace I found it. It was a map to a location. “What are you keeping in that location I wonder Mr. Glassgo?”
“Xander. You sure it’s a good idea to tango with this Glassgo guy? You said we were in this business for the money and nothing personal.” She reminded me.
I thought about it. I shrugged and closed the search to log onto the black market for another runner job. “Okay. I got a ten minute job in seven hours. Your taking lead. You game?”
I made it into the room with a feeling of thrill and nervous excited energy. I had less time to get the job done and then I would have a major issue in getting out of the penthouse without getting killed by Glassgo or his men.
The painting was different when I got inside the office. It had changed to a dark grey image of a image that reminded me something. A map? A computer mainframe? I frowned. I scanned the image with my eye to commit it to my memory. I wondered about that as I hit a button on my wrist watch and did a quick scan of the painting. I found the latch holding it close and clicked it.
It opened outwardly to reveal a B1 encryption locking safe. I quickly got out my decker and jacketed into the lock. It started to hear the sounds of fighting outside the room and wondered about it but then I shrugged it off. It would only help me in my job the more distracted they were outside.
Soon enough however I heard a soft ding from my decker as it unlocked the safe and it opened up. I opened the safe scanning the inside of the safe to see stacks of gold ebs cards inside but brushed then aside to grab up the deta drive inside.
Now all I needed was to get out of here. I heard something behind me click. I looked behind me to see the door lock up. Okay. Time to get my back up plan going.
Okay that was out. I needed to go with my backup plan. I looked around the room and headed for the veranda of the office.
She stared at me with a sly grin. “So now you want to be honest about the reason you came over here.”
I shrugged. “I came over for a conversation so it would be nice to call you by a name you prefer to be called by other then the name I have in my head when I first saw you.”
“Which is what? Miss Piece Sweet of Ass?” She asked with genuine humor. She was laughing at herself. Interesting.
I smiled. “No. Miss Nice Legs was the name. Remind me to buy your father a drink some time for his excellent parenting.”
“My name is Delilah Bowings. And if you want to thank someone then my uncle Sam would be the one. My father was busy trying to become a king during my childhood.” She said with no hint of self pitty in her voice.
I nodded staring at her. “Your a Nomad Princess.”
Delilah merely smiled. “Not presently. I’m a executive. Are you hunting for a mate?”
I smiled shaking my head. “Oh no. Just a little conversation.” I said and looked around to see Glassgo was talking with a executive with a purple pin attached to his suit jacket. Hmm. I didn’t recognize the face but the offical executive class pin noted he was a industry high class professional ruler.
“That’s Hector Finley. He’s recently become attached to Roberto. He’s making a bid to become a King of the purple district. He’s looking to get funding and support from Roberto.” Delilah said.
I nodded. “Who is Roberto to you? Your father or…oh. He’s your father then.” I said noticing the change in her cool expression. “Does Finley know Glassgo is a the current king around here?”
Delilah chuckled softly. “You are a strange one. I thought you were just party crasher executive class looking for a fun night out. Purple district like many parts of the city and dream realm has many kings but we have no definitive leader. However, Roberto doesn’t seem to hold the signature pendent of the district so-“
“-Do you really believe that?”
Delilah smiled and shrugged. “If Roberto had succeeded in becoming a King of the purple district why would he attempt these games. He failed. Are you here to gain a job from him or do you garner something more. You’ll have to get in line Finley is about to position himself to gain the position.”
She really was young. Too damn young. However, that’s just what I needed to use to distract Glassgo. I was going have to let down my mask and do a heavy amount of lying.
“Power is power. A pretty Pin on your jacket isn’t a sign of it. It is a party favor that fools use to impress other idiots of same mind.. That idiot talking with Glassgo is about to be snuffed out. Men like your father won’t abide his kind of cowardice. You should know that already growing up in the circles you come out of.”
Delilah flinched back and stared at me. “Did my pack send you? Why are you-“
“If you have a thing for the Finley guy then you better move. Glassgo is herding him to one of the back rooms.” I said pointing a thumb toward the scene in play.
Delilah hurried away shoving me aside and started toward Glassgo. Glassgo had a weird smile on his face as his daughter started yelling at him in some weird southern accents while Finley was trying to calm her down and apologizing for her.
I made my way toward the secret door that was the back way into the room while the whole room.was distracted.
It’s taking me some time to finish the second edit and 2nd draft for my new book but I decided to just take my time with this one.
I have three main reasons for it though.
I love the book and charecters.
I’m enjoying editing and looking for mistakes and filling out more detail to add to the lore of the story realm.
I want to make the book better. It’s good but it could be better. I just need to take my time. Everything else is done and ready to go I just need to make the book better.
I’m enjoying writing XO as well. It’s a slow write for me and a new experience writing a thriller with a mixture of pulp fiction. I won’t rush it.
I guess that’s the theme hopefully for a lot of my writing projects for the foreseeable future. Take it slow motion and get it down one paragraph at a time.
Roberto Glassgo stood at the back of the room entertaining his guests and holding the focus of every eye and attention in the room. He was a man in his early fifties with a presense of power and control around him with a edge of something dangerous behind his clear obesdian black eyes. The black ear ring on his right ear was a call back to a past life when things weren’t as easy and noted that he was in always a self made man from the sands of the Outlands to the silver streets of the purple district.
Only the few old money in the room knew what that black ear ring meant and what Nomadic group it was associated to. The youth and new money in the room had no dream realm idea how dangerously savage this man could be without the money and position that put a civilized mask over him.
I had no intention on getting anywhere close enough to him to find out. Though Glassgo smiled politely enough to seduce and put most in the room at ease around him those obsidian eyes and ear ring put me off. I did a scan of his body with my cybernetic eye and breathed a sigh of relief when the item I had come to collect wasn’t on him.
That was good. It was here though. Somewhere in the penthouse. I just needed to locate it, grab it and get the hell out of here before those obsidian eyes locked on me.
Luckily Glassgo was busy entertaining his guests he was slightly distracted by the explosion that had occurred outside. I would say I had fifty to forty minutes until they either traced it to me or gave up and then Glassgo turned his focus to the penthouse suit then eventually he would see me and game would be up.”
I scanned the penthouse living room. The floors and space taking in the details and sections in the space for guests entertainment. There was a bar with a flat screen AI monitor that showed depictions from tourist attractions around the dream realm, a card table live music playing from a Rocker Boy, Eddie Williams impersonator playing a cheery red light stream guitar. I continued scanning, moving on to the walls and then I found the side office and entrance in out. There was a tall big painting in the office. It was a portrait of a black hair beauty with a alien elemental glowing sword in her hands and nothing else. Hmm.
I felt someone watching me. My eye locked on the source of the pair eyes to see it was Glassgo who was studying me closely. Damn. I looked around the room until my eyes locked on a pair of long legs by the bar. The legs were attached to a auburn hair lady with amber honey eyes that were focused on Glassgo as she sat at the bar sipping on her glass of white wine. She wore a slick semi formeral business dress suit with a silver blue pin on the right breast pocket of her jacket. A female CEO apart of the executive class.
I started toward her. She glanced once at me then looked away back to Glassgo. I smiled and took a seat behind her to add a challenge to the game.
“Are you nervous or obsessed with the host and his money. I can understand why. Money and danger are attractive qualities.”
She half turned to glance at me. “I’m not interested in a drink or anything you would have to say. So save your voice and my ears the attention.”
I nodded my head. “Your nervous about approuching your target.. Otherwise you would have ignored me in favor of looking at your secret crush. Do you need coaching on closing the deal? I am available assisting you in your adventure.”
She stared at me and then laughed in my face. “You’re a comedian?! You seem to be trying to hard to catch me on a charity day. Again, I’m not interested cowboy. How did you get into this party anyway?”
I smiled. “I had an invitation so I walked right inside like everyone else here. I’m only interested in a bit of spicy conversation for the moment and information to feed my mind and keep me from being bored. Tell me about interests you in Glassgo?!”
She frowned at me now. “On Roberto?! That information is easy enough to come by in the morning E-zine Gallup magazine or a twenty-four hour news stream the media talk about him with a faithful devotion of lightning devoted worshiper. What did you really come over here for then?!”
I shrugged and pointed over to digital screen over the bar. “Tell me about the AI screen. It changes at odd rate and the pictures show even odder locations.”
“That’s not why you came over here.” She said with a smile.
I shrugged. “I lost interest for a bit so are you going to tell me something about the AI screen.”
“Your serious?!” She asked no unsure.
I smiled. “You can’t be serious all the time. I’m consultant Charlie Kent by the by. So do you know anything about the AI screen?”
She sighed and turned her body fully toward me. “I’m CEO Eva Sandra. I know more then a little.”
I moved in close to my target cover and fell into my new persona of Charlie Kent. Mr. Kent? Old money. Black sheep of a family group. Charming. Adventurous.
The feel of the crowd was quiet yet they were all excited to get a pass into the famous and rich Roberto Glassgo’s inner circle private invitation only party.
I made my approuch and my target turned and he stared at my eye wide eyed. I smiled. “I know. I know. I’m a handsome devil am I not old boy.” I said adding charm and whit to my tone and body language.
I felt a few heads turned my way as they heard my distinct accents in my voice.
The mark blushed as he realized what he had been doing. He started to open his mouth to apologize but I shook my head. “No troubles old Boy. The name is Charle Kent. You not have heard of me but trust me that is extreme intentionality by design from my family group.” I said offering him my hand in a upward facing
The jester got more then a few odd raised eyebrows and side glances. It was a uncommon jester of greeting and I completely made up on the spot. The mark mimicked my jester off-handedly. “Hello, the name is Joel Lee. I am the CEO of Data Trades Ink. A pleasure. Ah what do you do,if I may be so bold to ask?”
I laughed loweringly my hand and following into step with him. “I specialize in consulting. I also buy and sell secrets here and there. My family group only permits me to have a small little business. I can’t become an embarrassment on the old money family you know. Does your lovely wife with you manage your clients well?”
Joel stared at me wide eyed in surprise. “I-I ah. Yes. My wife Amanda does so. How did you know that?”
I chuckled. “Like, I told you I buy and sell secrets as well as I do a little consulting work for the authority, ah no. I meant the purple district clients.” I said with a fake smile of embarrassment at the intentional slip up.
Joel stared at me. “Your a sp-ah!” He stopped because his wife gave him a little kick.
Amanda offered her hand to me. “Pleased to meet you executive class Kent.”
I bowed my head over her hand for a second. “Charmed. But please call me consultant Kent. How is the managment of Deta trades now-a-days?” I asked as we neared the front doors to the building.
Amanda laughed. “Are you interested in our company secrets Consultant Kent?”
Security druids checked invites and let in a few guests and herded several others away that failed the test. Tight security. Hmm. I figured as much.
I shook my head and I reached into my pocket. “Not really. I’m just interested in a casual conversation with interesting people. Nothing big. Joel. What deals are you planning on making tonight? Feel free to lie to me. I enjoy good stories.” I asked and then I hit the switch on my remote trigger before I removed a soft candy and unwrapped it slipped the candy into my mouth. I rolled the candy in my mouth staring at him and waited for signal to go out to the box I put in the trash bin a ten feet away.
Joel frowned at me. “Is Charlie Kent your real name?”
I gave him a sincere smile. “You are new here aren’t you? I like how adorable you are. Why would I give you the real name to my family group in a public setting?! What fun would that be? Not to mention the hell my dear grand mother would raise if I did so gives me pause because of the hold she has on my allowance this month.” I said and heard a few chuckles from the nosy gentleman and ladies listening intently to our conversation.
Joel blushed and even his wife hide a smile under her hand. He frowned at me. “Why the fake name then?”
I stared at him. “You believe everyone here is who they say they are?!” I snorted loudly in real laughter as an explosion went off behind me distracting everyone in the crowd.
My window of opportunity was open for a short period as panic and disorder spread like a virus through the crowd. I turned as the others did but I quickly snatched up Joel’s free arm and jerked him forward to the doors. “It looks like we had better hurry inside before what is going on outside catches up to us old boy.” I said adding a little bit of nervous tone to my voice that kicked Joel in to moving forward.
We quickly moved toward the druids flashing over our cards as some of the druids hurried out to secure the area of danger. We were let inside with little interaction between the security detail and guards. I walked inside the building walking quickly to the elevator with a smile on my face. I saw the camera inside in the corner overhead. Hmm. Can’t avoid everything. The camera would get my image. Have to figure out how to handle what comes of that later.
Days Gone Dogg 