Topic 853

It seems that many people don't realize I'm back in Iraq of course I never made it clear that I was going back in the blog and there were reasons for that but that is neither here nor there I'm here now and that is the way of the world but, I will give you one big reason I'm back here topic 853. Here is the kicker about this job if you don't stay a full 330 days then they tax you 40% of your income on the income earned while doing this shit job. Now then if you do the 330 days then you get a massive tax break. That is the trick that no one tells you about until AFTER you sign the papers. Well most people at least, I knew in advance that they were going to do that. But, many others don't know that and they spend the money like they earned it and when the get back to the states the find out they have an insane tax burden to pay so they end up right back here working for Uncle Sam to pay off Uncle Sam. Sounds incestious doesn't it?

For me my taxes are fine I made sure of that so now I'm on the investment plan. I have no plans of messing with anything Iraqi after my 150 days days are done. I'm on the plan now that will give me the option to no have to work again past 45. Being shrewd about how I spend and were I spend is what I'm on now. I have tunnel vision on that is kinda sad that I don't really care to smell the roses or look at the forest and all that lot but, I know that the work I'm doing here will set me up for life.

Tommie Hustle, world traveler.

On my way back to Kuwait I stopped of in Paris. I was really excited about that I mean who wouldn't be it's Paris. The city of mother fucking love man. I mean Love, romance and all that heavy shit man!

Well as alwasys reality has a different take on what that means.

First of the people in France STINK and I mean STINK. However, I don't think that is becasue of poor personal hygene I think it is becasue of their lack of desire to use ventlation and a thing commonly known as "air condtitioning". Holy Christ on a stick I was almost about to pass out from the heat and the funk. It's like they elected George Clinton as President and he declared that this would be the renamed to the City of Funk or Ville de Trouille as the locals like to call it.

But that wasn't the worst part, my flight was next to a flight heading to Lagos (for my geographically challenged friends that is in Nigeria which is in Africa). OH MY GOD I had to deal with the one two punch of French AND African funk. God that was bad. This Nigerian woman was sitting next to me and she was quite "tart". The worst part was when she stood up to fan herself with her dress I'm not going to be crass about what the smell exactly was but I will say this when she fanned herself a litter of kittens fell out from the bottom of the dress. I took a direct blast but others near me felt the effects as well. If you ever had one of those times where you just wanted to blackout and wake up where you wanted to be this was one of those times. I damn sure was looking for my ruby slippers.

I was never so happy to get on a flight in my entire life.

To all my Atlanta people that I stood up

Sorry.





Well there is more to it than that, I caught a nasty upper respritory infection on Wed and I was sick (as well as contagious) as a dog. Didn't want to subject you all my ills. I felt much better sharing it with passengers in a climate controlled plane. So France that epidmic of URI you are dealing with. It was me.

Tommie Hustle, International ladies man.

I love the ladies, this much is common knowledge. If anything I can be (and have been) guilty of choosing style over substance. T-Money used to get on me about that all the time. While his is an old school player his is also the one in my crew most likely to sum up a woman by her inner beauty. It's a funny statement if you know him but, it's true. He has that type of wisdom that he let's loose every one in a while that kept me from REALLY flying off the deep in with some of my more insane ideas.

Back to the subject at hand. In my life my penchant for "trophies" (not the best word but that's all I can come up with) has served me well I would say since college I can claim that 98% of the women I've been with have been 9's or better. It's just how I do it (Now the then 2% I have to admit I kniad fucked up sorry about all that). Part of me likes the challenge, another part likes the trophy, and the logical part of me says "Well if you get her pregnant at least people will know what you were thinking."

It's flawed logic I know but at the same time think about all those guys you see at Wal Mart holding hands with a bipedal wilderbeast. But, since I've been in Paris and Kuwait City I have learend something about myself. I haven't really seen the next level and I have to be honest with myself.

I'm in love with international women. There is just something about them that just does it for me. When I was in Paris I saw some of the most beautiful black women I have ever seen in my life I'm talking 13s and 14s. I was chatting with a few of them while I was waiting around at the lounge. That accent, with the eyelashes, the apparent attention to personal hygene. I was awestruck. I mean these women moved like the law of gravity didn't all the way apply to them. It was nice chatting with the ladies I picked up some nice French phrases and all that. When I got on the plane I was like man, my ancestor's white slave masters put us on the wrong god damn ship.

In Kuwait City DIZZAM! (more on the Kuwaiti dating secene later) There are some super dupers up in this place. I wish I could take pictures to tell you what I'm talking about then you would know. I see why the men in the Middle East are all fundamentalist when you see an body like that you know there is a God somewhere and he is very good.

Time travel

The wildest thing about traveling from the States to the middle east is that somewhere between The States and the Middle East you lose a day. It seems a bit unfair that you start on the 24 and you end up where you have to be on the 26 it is almost like God stole a day from you for being bad or something.

On top of that my damn Iraqi watch went dead went I got into Kuwait. That sucked alot.

I hope you all are ready for the the next six months of Tommie Hustle. I know that I am I have a lot of stories to tell and I'll probably focus more on the current events. I sorta stayed away from more hot button issues but, now that I'm back I think I'll dip my toe in the water every now and again just to see what is down there.