When you meet someone special (dedicated to my number one son)

When I met Rob, it seems like so many years ago! We have had an opportunity to travel cross country twice and down the east coast. In the last 11 years Rob and I have visited fascinating places and met some facilitating people. This blog is about one of the most interesting and fascinating colorful person we ever met. We became friends from the moment he sent me his naked picture from the chat room I was in.

We chatted that night all night and he agreed to come hang with Rob and I. It was not for sex, though as everyone knows I have this thing for chicken. He arrived one day and slept for almost a week. We thought he was dead. Every day I would check his heart and except for changing places he never left the sofa. He was kind of thin and so fragile and I wanted to do the Portuguese thing and fatten him up. Well take it from me; 10 years later I have not been able to accomplish this.

We met Max (not his name) in San Leandro East of SF on the Oakland side. He was in his mid 20's and living with two drug dealers. Well when he woke up he told us all this and much more. Rob and I being who we are wanted to take him in like we did with our Bam Bam and Bette and take care of him.

So he had his room in the loft and in general we all got along until we moved to San Leandro and he moved somewhere else. One day I was cleaning his room and damm this young man Max was a dirty boy. He had all this white baby powder everywhere and he for some reason collected liquids in bottles with letters on them. (I was no naive). I proceeded to get my vacuum cleaner and pledge and cleaned his room. Damm those fucking bottles I emptied them into the toiled and when he arrived from his trip, I hear a loud DADDY!

I told Rob I cleaned Max's room and Rob did not say anything. You see, my Rob knew all along what the baby powder and liquids were but I had never been exposed to illegal drugs. So the loud DADDY was followed by some very explicit language and that is when I found out that Max was one of the biggest dealers in SF if not the USA and living with me.

That was my introduction to this lifestyle (I called it underground lifestyle) and don’t be fooled there are people from every race and profession (doctors, lawyers, judges and politicians). You see the drug word contrary to what is portrait on TV and the media is supported by those with money. Max was a warm hearted individual who had well to do parents and all he had to do is call mom and dad and he had what he wanted. Max liked the latest in gadgets and was spoiled as a brat. He still is that way today.

After living in SF for a year and a half (I hated it) we left that world and went to NJ where it was just the opposite. For a while we did not hear from Max. He had his own issues and eventually went home. His parents died, he got married for the second time (this time to a guy) but we always kept in touch. From the first day we met he called himself my "number one son". He met my kids and when he said that, my kids had issues, but in one way he was just that.

You see I needed Max as much as he needed me. Sometimes two rocks come together and thought they don't seem to fit they coexist. Max lived life on the edge.... I liked that! He was alive! He took chances! He was exciting, while I lived as an executive worried about money, bills and family! Max did not have a worry in the world.

May suffered for this type of live but still lives today. At times has issues but he encourages me when I need it. And I encourage him. We have always been opposites and he has been in my world and I have been in his. Today we both are somewhere in between. Max makes me laugh and when we are together we can be bad! So the powers to be have kept us separate for the last 8 years. Sometimes living on the edge has its benefits, sometimes its downfalls! Finding the right balance is key toward having a fun but yet responsible live.

Thanks Max, you were and continue to be my/our special friend and my number one son!