I saw a young woman yesterday, who in my youth would have been my experiment in a matter of hours. I would have had her in every club around the city for a few nights and she would have wanted to marry me in a matter of months. Bumped into her at the barbershop.

 Interesting right?

What kind of woman do you meet at the BARBERSHOP on the black side of town, right behind the baptist church, right next to the tattoo parlor?

Only a few pass that way, lesbians, marajuna dealers, those that work the cosmotology department, lipstick lesbians (which are my favorite kind of woman, because they will rob a jewlery store, when times get hard, they are the ride or die kind of woman, I find myself missing from time to time, no need to train them on what to say to nosey cops or a do-gooder neighbor, that can't stand you have  a new car every week and you claim to work at McDonalds and have been pushing a lot of over time.)

 Another kind of woman that visits the Barbershop is the one I bumped into yesterday, with the faded haircut that was smoother than mine, and hazzel eyes that cut into useless conversation about the weather and pleasentries, like butter. Hips that sache while she is sitting and a mind set on plotting anyone out of a dollar. Male or female, old our young, if you have the connections to pay-dirt, she is your distant aunts best friend from years ago and you should remember her. (Not just because she has something more too offer than what "Superhead," was known for, but because you all are nearly family.)

 Did I mention she was drop dead gorgeous.

If she was not so dangerous I'd remember not my youth and how the story of getting involved with such a woman ends.

"The lip-stick lesbian~Flapper" of the Milleniual generation is a primal  creature that can never be sastisfied, tamed, or understood.

Her beauty resides in her pure VICOUSNESS.

Many ask me, after I describe these things, "What does a person who say's he believes in Christ and is "Saved," from SIN, know about Lip-stick Lesbian Flappers?"

Sometimes they ask, "Why are you remembering nights at the club that lead to one night stands and relationships ending with a beautiful woman putting a knife to your throat, for your wallet?"

A lot of the time I am made to smirk at thse quandries; None of us can claim we've matured, earned anything intellectualy, spiritually, eternally, if we've never overcome a little darkeness.

The idea of being "SAVED," means nothing if we've never been in need of rescuing.

I looked at the young woman realizing she was about my age, still desiring only the best in life and did not have an ounce of remorse for hurting a few people to get there.

Where ever, "there," was.

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