Your Passion is Brown

You are both a sensitive and sensual lover. Warm and deep, you are tuned into the needs of your lover. Verbal foreplay is crucial to you. Words can make or break your mood. For you, sex is a 24 hour a day thing - you can't separate it from love.

1> When other kids were out playing "cops and robbers" I was hang'n out in a blacksmith shop intrigued by everything I saw, asking way to many questions and being a pain in the ass in general. It was then I knew what I wanted to do with my life and I have.

2> When I was six years old I wanted to be a drummer. I spent a lot of hours beating out rudiments on an old wooden chair with a pair of drumsticks that felt like miniature trees in my hands.

3> By the time I was ten years old I'd discovered how much fun it was to pee in the shower.

4> By the time I was twelve years old I decided not to wear drawers anymore.

5> When I was sixteen I lost my virginity in many ways, not just physically.

6> I don't think I've ever lost ALL of my virginity. (But I'm working on it.)

    By now I'm sure most of you on the Stream have determined beyond any doubt that Captain Morgan's not real long on anything "normal" or "mainstream". It is true. I mean, how many bloggers would post their home phone number and invite all his virtual friends to call?
    I did and it was truly wonderful to get to know some of you better, to connect names with a voice and just share some conversation. It was such a pleasant experience that it set me to thinking. "What if I could sit down and have a real time conversation with as many of you as possible?"
    At first I considered a huge video hook-up, all of us glued to our web cams and communicating in another version of the digital world. Damn! It might work if I could afford a computer the size of a house, but it just wouldn't be the same as real time conversation.
    Then I thought "why not just invite everyone here to the Poor Folks Ponderosa?" And so here's what I'm suggesting. Sometime during the summer of 2007 you all fly out to the west coast and hang out with the old captain and Mrs Morgan at the Ponderosa for a few days.
    We could charter a bus, roll on down to the ocean, hang out at the Spirit Mountain Casino for a day, then come back and kick back with some barbeque and good conversation here at the shack. There's an international airport just fifteen minutes away, plenty of places to stay.... or bring your bedroll and pitch your pup tent in the backyard.
    I'm think'n the month of August. It'd be a wonderful way to celebrate the magic of the summer and I'm sure it'd be a wang dang doodle of a good time. What do you all think?

    For many years I fueled my life with coffee, adreneline and a few packs of cigarettes every day. Well.... I did throw in more than a little rum to. Hell. I even ate a sandwich and a salad now and then. And I ate way too many hot beef sandwiches and more chicken friend steaks than I can count.
    When I came off the road Mrs Morgan convinced me to eat healthier and now I do. I switched from coffee to tea. I quit drinking vast quantities of rum. But....I still smoke a pack or two of cigarettes a day.
    I've seen what cigarettes can do. One friend of mine had quadruple bypass heart surgery at the age of fourty-four. Another friend had a heart attack and two weeks later was diagnosed with lung cancer. And another of my friend's suffered a heart attack after smoking four packs of cigarettes a day for fourty years. All of my friends are still alive. And none of them smoke anymore.
    A few weeks ago I stopped into the doc's office for the first physical I've had in about fifteen years. I always figured no news was good news and what I didn't know sure as hell couldn't hurt me. But then I got curious. I mean I feel fine. I'm tough as a boiled owl, stout as a bull and full of mischief. The results of my physical were all pretty good for a guy who's abused the dickens out of his body for way too many years.
    I was reminded once more that my lungs look miserable when viewed from the inside out. And I knew I was running a little short of breath at REALLY inopportune moments. I hate it when that happens. So... Captain Morgan and Mrs Morgan are going to, once again, quit smoking.
    I decided to make my quit date my birthday. I mean why not give myself the gift of better health for my remaining years in this lifetime? It seems like a cool thing to do. Now I'm taking my Zyban every day, getting my body and my mind ready to battle with the demon, nicotine.         I've quit smoking before. More than once. I stayed quit once for fourteen months. Other times I made it five or six months. This time it's for good.
    I've got some stuff I want to do before I move on to my next life and it might take me awhile so I need all the time I can get. I figure giving up cigarettes so I can hang around awhile longer is a worthwhile trade-off. This won't be an easy ride. It never is. Those who've already quit know EXACTLY what I'm saying. Those who've never smoked are damn fortunate!!!
    I have devised a plan that I'm sure will work this time. Every time I want to smoke I'll have sex. Mrs Morgan loves the idea. The guys I work with are nervous as whores in a church.

   

    Well, it's done. My telephone experiment is over. It was great fun and a BIG thanks to those who took the time to call. For those who might've missed it, my experiment was simple. I posted the phone number to the Poor Folks Ponderosa (the Morgan shack) and invited everyone on the Stream to give me a call.
    Of course, being the dummy that I am, I soon after posted more stuff and my Telephone Experiment got buried below the new posts. Now Mrs Morgan and I are plotting a new endeavour. It will take a year to put it all together, but it's a grand plan that involves all of you on the Stream. More details to follow........