This past week I suffered an attack of vertigo while driving. At the wheel I had trouble differentiating between vertigo and panic but did manage to pull vehicle safely to side of road and crawl into backseat. It felt like my body was attacking me. Mystical underwater scenes (kind of like top pic of trippy street art) unfolded in my mind as I lost sense of reality. Finally I recovered to find myself parked in front of a Sons of Italy lodge.
Not really wanting to drive but also not wanting to bother anyone to come get me I motored to nearby donut shop which I visit periodically. After nightfall this joint secures their entire cash register/kitchen area behind interlocking plexiglass shields but they generally open windows in the plexiglass during daylight hours. On this particular afternoon I found all shields locked and an empty bottle of Taaka gracing a tabletop. Clearly they had been experiencing some difficulties. I ordered a coffee which materialized through a labyrinthine passageway designed to prevent anyone from leveling a gun directly at employees. Strong sunlight induced me to sit in a booth which faced the back of the room instead of toward the street. Wish I hadn’t done that.
Not long after my arrival a loud argument erupted in the parking lot. “Give me my motherf*cking money! I want all my motherf*cking money!” someone was yelling. “Hand it over now, n*gger, before I beat your motherf*cking ass!” Although tempted to turn around I knew I should mind my own business. A man at a nearby table had no such compunction. He darted to the other side of his booth so he could shamelessly rubberneck at the spectacle from an improved vantage point. I ventured a long enough glance at the parking lot to see four large black men embroiled in a very loud dispute. Redirecting attention to notebook in front of me I continued to hear yelling, arguments and later some laughter arising from outdoor confrontation. After draining coffee I rose to leave. That’s when I saw two men in the parking lot, clad only in underwear, angrily putting on their clothes. What had I missed?? Two other men still loomed over the semi-naked ones and spectators gawked unabashedly in the distance. I cursed myself for the earlier restraint I had exhibited. Lol.. milf extraordinaire Mrs. Hamilton would have found a way to throw herself right into the mix..
Day ended on a high note. Upon returning home I Googled “cure for vertigo” and found an extraordinary video which both explains the condition and provides a viable cure which can halt future attacks. Feeling renewed I decided to use incident for text description of upcoming release, Vertigo, in which redoubtable Mrs. Hamilton experiences a fainting spell (pics in purple blouse.)
Just checked footage.. looks like I shot Vertigo on November 1, 2015. Video likely would have languished in personal library for years if real vertigo hadn’t prompted me to remember it. I will release Mrs. Hamilton’s fainting episode (and consequential exploitation) later this week at TanyaTV.com. Hope everyone is having a pleasant Monday!
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