Jessie my man at Sunnyvale Chrysler

This is a picture that I took and I'd like to blogload it. Right here. For your visual delight. It's Half Dome. El Rock. Translation: The Rock. Actually, I think my friend Chino took this. And he might read this sometime. So if he does, for all intents and purposes, and to spare a little drama for yo mama, credit all to you C-Train.


I just returned from taking the nanny-mobile in. Sunnyvale Chrysler. Got a shuttle ride back from their driver, Jessie.
JESSIE. Man oh man that was the coolest dude ever.
78 year old black man with mad flow. We first dropped off some other people then it was just me and Jessie on the road. Talkin story like you wouldn't believe.
Jessie has a Nextel. He got a call to pick up the lady from the motel 6 he was at previously. Jessie gets off the Nextel and starts telling me about this woman who told him her life story. Husband walked out, left her with kids. Now she's staying in a Motel 6 kind of deal. He then gave me some valuable advice "Don't you ever get into that. No maam. Don't let anyone do that to you! And well if it does, you make him pay child support. Otherwise, that money goin to some younger woman." Very adamant and stated repeatedly. I pondered on that a moment and said, "wow Jessie, sounds like you have some experience behind that or something..." "Oh yess! I do. I've seen it happen. I've heard all the stories." You see, turns out, Jessie's sister was impregnated twice by a man who didn't marry her and went for another woman. Jessie then proceeded to tell me how he went after him with a shot gun and shot through a window where he thought said impregnator was at. Luckily for Jessie and Impregnator, he missed. To my relief, Jessie was given some wise advice on the matter-- to not shoot anyone or else he'll end up in the penetentiary. I said, "wow. sounds like you were angry. well good. Glad you are not in a penetentiary, jessie. Glad youre here." Apparently this Motel 6 woman he was driving around was also trying to hit on Jessie. And he's "too old for that okie dokie". Our chat blossomed and grew more and more hilarious. I only wish I would'vehad a recorder to record all of it. I learned he was born in Kansas City, MO and moved to SoCal age 5. He had me guess his age. Told me to look at him, while he made this distinguished face, getting a little closer to me in the front seat so I could study his profile. I said 58. He said "woooooohhhhhoo mercy!" and then informed me he was 78. I said "Man Jessie, you've seen it all!" And he promptly concurred. I asked him how many kids he has. Told me to guess. I said 8. He said "wooo busy bee!" as if that was too high an estimate. He then said, "I have 7." I died laughing. Oldest in the 50s and youngest 24. Telling me he's a cassanova and better watch out I'd fall in love with him real quick.
Jessie got into the neighborhood I nanny in. Stopped at the stop sign, citing it would be a bad idea not to and then get pulled over, especially being the color he is those cops would jump on that, dropped me off at my driveway, came around, opened the door for me and we bid warm, pleasant farewells to each other.