WebKittyn Warbles
Friday, November 12, 2004
Break 2-0, You Got the Purple Puppy Here…
I've known one truly magical being in my life. Genuine for real magical being, not your current day Wiccan New Age freaks or Satanic Sycophants.
The CB radio was the computer of the 70s and early to mid 80s, everyone had them. My dad plopped me down in front of a CB when I was 6. My handle at the time was Purple Chicken and yes, I came up with that all by my 6 year old self. I used to sit there with my dad and talk to truckers on channel 19, it was a blast.
As I got older, the CB stayed with me. It became my nightly activity as I was too young to go out and homework and family time can only go so long. It also became my evil mother's prime tool of punishment and she used that tool until I was 18, I kid you not.
Being the princess I was in the glory days of Reaganomics, I always had the latest and best CB and mic with all the cool modifications. I had a Cobra 2000 with a silver eagle D104 mic and 50 channels above and below zero.. Being the asshole that I was who didn't appreciate things it didn't take long for me to paint the CB with red nail polish and the D104 blue sparkle.
But I digress.
My mother's brilliant idea for punishment was to remove the D104 and leave the CB. Without the mic I couldn't hear a blessed thing! I could see the needle moving on channel 20 (the home channel) but that was all I could do. And it was torture. Kudos to my mother for coming up with a calm and shrewd way of getting her point across that worked like a charm.
Everyone had CBs, channel 20 was like a depot or a park where everyone met and hung out and checked in and made plans. It was a kickass way to meet people as long as you had the brains not to meet them alone.
I met a shitload of people off the CB, including the Gotard. I spent 10 years running with the same crowd of CBers, loving every minute of it and always in contact. There was a lot of us and we were diverse. By this time Purple Chicken had given way to Riff Raff (during the Rocky Horror years) and then to Brandy (love that song).
Somewhere in there Gotard started dating a witch. She wasn't a wannabe, she had been brought into a coven at an early age by her grandmother and she was definitely for real. She was also jealous and a bit eccentric so Gotard wasn't around as much as he used to be. It was during this time I happened to answer a "break 2-0" from someone who would become the single most important person to ever enter my life.
He called himself Purple Puppy and he was in Riverdale, not too far from where my dad had his store. He was a bit older than I, 6 or 7 years.
He was extremely intelligent and sarcastic to boot so we got along well. I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting to know him. Nothing lurid or romantic, there was never that sort of vibe and I wasn't really the CB romance kind of gal. There was also someone else's husband I was sort of involved with but that's for another time, this aint the confessional.
His name was Moises (the is is silent), he went by Mo. As I got to know him, I began to discover he had a freaky ability to tell me what was going to happen before it happened. Not huge shit, no lotto numbers or crap like that but he would tell me to expect a pretty big fight with Gotard on a certain day and it would happen. One small example.
He always knew what I was thinking whether I was on the CB or not. If I was depressed or freaking out about something the phone would ring before I got on the CB to lament. He just knew.
He slowly became something of a guru to me. He was the one who would be able to call something about me I hadn't even figured out yet, he was the one who always had the right path for me to wander down.
He was also a bit of an albino. I actually wouldn't have labeled him as such had he not said it. He did have pale skin and exceptionally white hair but he didn't look like what you expect an albino to look like. It just added to his mystique I think, this strange and clairvoyant man who also has this..
Mo and I swam some strange waters and eventually fell out of touch. I could use Mo now, I could really use Mo now.
There are people out there who are touched, given a talent and a gift. People who are mystics and seers, they are very much real. If you are ever fortunate enough to encounter a person who is able to read you completely from the inside, who can guide you correctly because they've seen something, who prove themselves true and loyal and mystical, for the love of all you hold dear - do not let these people out of your life.
I haven't done this in a looooooong time but I think I'm going to send out a signal and see if it's received. It's been a long time and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten me but I have no idea where he is or what he's up to. I hope he made it to Boston, I hope he is sitting right now behind the counter of his own pet shop. I hope there is still a part of him that receives.
I need a guru now.
Moises Irizarry, break 2-0. You got the WebKittyn here looking for a lost guru.
The CB radio was the computer of the 70s and early to mid 80s, everyone had them. My dad plopped me down in front of a CB when I was 6. My handle at the time was Purple Chicken and yes, I came up with that all by my 6 year old self. I used to sit there with my dad and talk to truckers on channel 19, it was a blast.
As I got older, the CB stayed with me. It became my nightly activity as I was too young to go out and homework and family time can only go so long. It also became my evil mother's prime tool of punishment and she used that tool until I was 18, I kid you not.
Being the princess I was in the glory days of Reaganomics, I always had the latest and best CB and mic with all the cool modifications. I had a Cobra 2000 with a silver eagle D104 mic and 50 channels above and below zero.. Being the asshole that I was who didn't appreciate things it didn't take long for me to paint the CB with red nail polish and the D104 blue sparkle.
But I digress.
My mother's brilliant idea for punishment was to remove the D104 and leave the CB. Without the mic I couldn't hear a blessed thing! I could see the needle moving on channel 20 (the home channel) but that was all I could do. And it was torture. Kudos to my mother for coming up with a calm and shrewd way of getting her point across that worked like a charm.
Everyone had CBs, channel 20 was like a depot or a park where everyone met and hung out and checked in and made plans. It was a kickass way to meet people as long as you had the brains not to meet them alone.
I met a shitload of people off the CB, including the Gotard. I spent 10 years running with the same crowd of CBers, loving every minute of it and always in contact. There was a lot of us and we were diverse. By this time Purple Chicken had given way to Riff Raff (during the Rocky Horror years) and then to Brandy (love that song).
Somewhere in there Gotard started dating a witch. She wasn't a wannabe, she had been brought into a coven at an early age by her grandmother and she was definitely for real. She was also jealous and a bit eccentric so Gotard wasn't around as much as he used to be. It was during this time I happened to answer a "break 2-0" from someone who would become the single most important person to ever enter my life.
He called himself Purple Puppy and he was in Riverdale, not too far from where my dad had his store. He was a bit older than I, 6 or 7 years.
He was extremely intelligent and sarcastic to boot so we got along well. I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting to know him. Nothing lurid or romantic, there was never that sort of vibe and I wasn't really the CB romance kind of gal. There was also someone else's husband I was sort of involved with but that's for another time, this aint the confessional.
His name was Moises (the is is silent), he went by Mo. As I got to know him, I began to discover he had a freaky ability to tell me what was going to happen before it happened. Not huge shit, no lotto numbers or crap like that but he would tell me to expect a pretty big fight with Gotard on a certain day and it would happen. One small example.
He always knew what I was thinking whether I was on the CB or not. If I was depressed or freaking out about something the phone would ring before I got on the CB to lament. He just knew.
He slowly became something of a guru to me. He was the one who would be able to call something about me I hadn't even figured out yet, he was the one who always had the right path for me to wander down.
He was also a bit of an albino. I actually wouldn't have labeled him as such had he not said it. He did have pale skin and exceptionally white hair but he didn't look like what you expect an albino to look like. It just added to his mystique I think, this strange and clairvoyant man who also has this..
Mo and I swam some strange waters and eventually fell out of touch. I could use Mo now, I could really use Mo now.
There are people out there who are touched, given a talent and a gift. People who are mystics and seers, they are very much real. If you are ever fortunate enough to encounter a person who is able to read you completely from the inside, who can guide you correctly because they've seen something, who prove themselves true and loyal and mystical, for the love of all you hold dear - do not let these people out of your life.
I haven't done this in a looooooong time but I think I'm going to send out a signal and see if it's received. It's been a long time and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten me but I have no idea where he is or what he's up to. I hope he made it to Boston, I hope he is sitting right now behind the counter of his own pet shop. I hope there is still a part of him that receives.
I need a guru now.
Moises Irizarry, break 2-0. You got the WebKittyn here looking for a lost guru.
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