There was this company that i once worked for, and maybe i should have known that based on my employee number alone my existence at this company sometimes feel like hell.

More than 700 drivers strong, we would all laugh, joke and get along, until i went to a union meeting and saw us separated like the red sea, with White drivers on the right and Black drivers on the left, how structurally inappropriate was that?


Now me being me and being very naive, for not recognizing the signs, as it pertained to the times that i was existing in. You they were being blocked by the raging fire of my desire to be inside of this one particular woman.

Now i wouldn't say she was fine, she fell more in th middle but her body was incredible, and every time i saw her wiggle it made my face squint up as i drooled at her booty, and my eyes kept taking pictures, and all that my voice would say was dayum!

Now at this point she had me, i remember the two of us at work, sitting at a table in the crowded drivers room. Now i forget the conversation, but i remember her leaving me speechless, when she looked me in my eyes with that mischievous smile, glanced down between my legs and said you should see me naked.

I had so many clever come back lines later in time, but the head on my shoulders went blank as the head between my legs began pulsating and throbbing like it was trying to get out, and not a word came out my mouth. You see the head that was in control had a pulse but not a brain and was not created to speak.

Now as i stated in the beginning, telling you about the drivers meeting. I noticed that the seat beside her was empty. The head between my legs was controlling my thinking which caused me not to give a damn about that meeting. So i got up from my seat on the black side and went over to the white side and sat down by this one particular woman.

Now by my Black coworkers i felt ostracized, and by my White coworkers i felt criminalized, like i had broken some unwritten law and had no business in being on what they perceived to be their side. No one was rude but if looks could kill i would be a dead man.

Both left me feeling like, Maryland was Mississippi and this wasn't 2010, it felt more like 1950 and everyone there, saw me making plans to get wet on that side of the room that appeared to seat white drivers only.

Now, to add disappointment to my frustration, through all of my aggravation, i never did get to see her naked. As i stated in the beginning more often than not my existence at this company often felt like hell.