Not much time left. The moving out process is underway RIGHT NOW. Internet will be disconnected pretty much as of this journal, not sure how long it will be before I get back. A week I'm thinking.
My hope is that in the interum you'll all have wonderful days, and I'll be checking on you when I get back.
I don't want to leave you with nothing, so I've finally finished writing out a story I've promised several people I would. I hope you all enjoy, it's one of my favorites.
And hey, I feel sort of heroic. That's always nice.
* * * * *
S.A.
Some odd reason I can't get a need for a nod of approval pushed out my head when I'm in the same room as him, however this moment he's cutting/snorting cocaine off the case of a compact disc in my cracker box water closet.
Warming my vocals and guitar strings he's sniffing back powders and I'm nervous for how my throat feels don't want my voice to crack.
Comes out.
Fill up the apartment to bursting with notes from my throat growing harsher in tone and intone the sounds green, calm him up. Nods and smiles and something's missing. You and Whose Army? goes over nicely.
Engine sounds burning and wheels touching down airlift New York to us. Becca.
Tony met up with me we pick up Becca calls Jeanna and Corey deciding a bar leaving but and I want water. That's all. 13th and LaSalle streets.
Aquafina and the line moves slowly. Slowly. Slowly, slower... slow.
To this point I'd never seen a zombie but the door swings open foaming at the mouth and a large black man in wife beater/shorts comes in eyes wide chin dripping head snaps east to west turns around and asks for the phone grabs the knee-high swing door enters the island housing cash machines and cashiers.
Vicki the meaty woman and Gloria (older) screaming behind the counter customers stunned and silent but pensive and passive. Goes for Gloria, Gloria wrestling fear look whips herself around removes herself from the island goes for Vicki, Vicki grabs his arms with her arms which he grabs.
30 seconds of this. More perhaps. Customers grabbing pizzas miscellaneous walking out magazines and chewing gum. The other line of citizens just watches never seen a thing like it.
Guy in shorts and tee shirt jumps up over the counter grabs him around his head locks him up takes him down they flip over face down Guy's ear to Man's ear. Locked I jump up over the counter take the legs flip his right over left press my knee into the back of his knee. Hold him locked. Wait.
"JUst let me SAAY SOMETHING PLEASE"
Okay say it. But he doesn't. "JUST let me... PLEASE I NEED TO TALK I HAVE SOMETHIN TA SAY"
And he's squirming grabbing for Guy's shirt and crotch and grabbing clutching and
"Fuck this. This is NOT my business," Guy says. "I'm fucking outta here. Good luck." And with an arm gesture sneared stepping up motions and walks away.
I weigh one hundred and thirty-five pounds. The man beneath me who's legs I'm holding weighs at least one hundred pounds more. But there is only one of me.
Vicki thank you steps over and keeps him distracted when he grabs for me I bat his arms away because my angle and position are just enough and such to hold him there. Gotta keep a brother down. Poor kid disoriented.
"SO HAS ANYONE THOUGHT TO CALL THE FUCKING POLICE THEN OR ARE WE JUST HANGING OUT?" I ask as politely as possible. People scramble for phones and mobiles. Still holding his legs.
"Look, do you need some water or something?" Vicki thank you keeps him distracted.
"Naw..." Sobs. Tears staining skin beneath red as bloodshot eyes. "I just... I. I NEED to say something I'm going to die and just LET ME TALK." Sobbing tears staining...
"LISTEN." I say. "You've got a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE AND WE ALL WANT TO HEAR EXACTLY WHAT IT IS YOU HAVE TO SAY SO JUST FUCKING SAY IT." Doing a gentleman's best. And nods and looks like "whoa..." around fall like pins to the floor.
Silence. Serenity, God grant me. Peace and sobbing.
"I'm going to die."
"You're not gonna die." Vicki again and thank you.
The police arrive. The police take him away. The police don't ask me a single question. The police don't take my name. The police GET HIM IN THE FUCKING CAR but the policeman I ask if he needs anything from me like a statement distracted by the scene at the car waves me away like mosquitoes. I notify Vicki that, "I'm taking this, is that okay?" And I point at the water bottle which I've already opened and am drinking.
I leave.
An hour passes.
He dies.
Overdose, but I had the best speech of my life prepared for class the next day. You can imagine, I'd assume. Catch a cab back from Mortimer's Bar after the incident and get in. Red & White taxi. The driver is nice. We talk about what just happened, trade a story. Share love for our fellow humans about need and the necessity of helping those who do.
Two days later a taxi driver eerily similar to that man was shot by two to three young men when he picked them in a bad neighborhood helping out his fellow man, even if it was for something as simple as a cab ride and that even being his job.
Saw the car wrecked photo on the news.
The cab was Red & White.
I had to wonder.
My hope is that in the interum you'll all have wonderful days, and I'll be checking on you when I get back.
I don't want to leave you with nothing, so I've finally finished writing out a story I've promised several people I would. I hope you all enjoy, it's one of my favorites.
And hey, I feel sort of heroic. That's always nice.
* * * * *
S.A.
Some odd reason I can't get a need for a nod of approval pushed out my head when I'm in the same room as him, however this moment he's cutting/snorting cocaine off the case of a compact disc in my cracker box water closet.
Warming my vocals and guitar strings he's sniffing back powders and I'm nervous for how my throat feels don't want my voice to crack.
Comes out.
Fill up the apartment to bursting with notes from my throat growing harsher in tone and intone the sounds green, calm him up. Nods and smiles and something's missing. You and Whose Army? goes over nicely.
Engine sounds burning and wheels touching down airlift New York to us. Becca.
Tony met up with me we pick up Becca calls Jeanna and Corey deciding a bar leaving but and I want water. That's all. 13th and LaSalle streets.
Aquafina and the line moves slowly. Slowly. Slowly, slower... slow.
To this point I'd never seen a zombie but the door swings open foaming at the mouth and a large black man in wife beater/shorts comes in eyes wide chin dripping head snaps east to west turns around and asks for the phone grabs the knee-high swing door enters the island housing cash machines and cashiers.
Vicki the meaty woman and Gloria (older) screaming behind the counter customers stunned and silent but pensive and passive. Goes for Gloria, Gloria wrestling fear look whips herself around removes herself from the island goes for Vicki, Vicki grabs his arms with her arms which he grabs.
30 seconds of this. More perhaps. Customers grabbing pizzas miscellaneous walking out magazines and chewing gum. The other line of citizens just watches never seen a thing like it.
Guy in shorts and tee shirt jumps up over the counter grabs him around his head locks him up takes him down they flip over face down Guy's ear to Man's ear. Locked I jump up over the counter take the legs flip his right over left press my knee into the back of his knee. Hold him locked. Wait.
"JUst let me SAAY SOMETHING PLEASE"
Okay say it. But he doesn't. "JUST let me... PLEASE I NEED TO TALK I HAVE SOMETHIN TA SAY"
And he's squirming grabbing for Guy's shirt and crotch and grabbing clutching and
"Fuck this. This is NOT my business," Guy says. "I'm fucking outta here. Good luck." And with an arm gesture sneared stepping up motions and walks away.
I weigh one hundred and thirty-five pounds. The man beneath me who's legs I'm holding weighs at least one hundred pounds more. But there is only one of me.
Vicki thank you steps over and keeps him distracted when he grabs for me I bat his arms away because my angle and position are just enough and such to hold him there. Gotta keep a brother down. Poor kid disoriented.
"SO HAS ANYONE THOUGHT TO CALL THE FUCKING POLICE THEN OR ARE WE JUST HANGING OUT?" I ask as politely as possible. People scramble for phones and mobiles. Still holding his legs.
"Look, do you need some water or something?" Vicki thank you keeps him distracted.
"Naw..." Sobs. Tears staining skin beneath red as bloodshot eyes. "I just... I. I NEED to say something I'm going to die and just LET ME TALK." Sobbing tears staining...
"LISTEN." I say. "You've got a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE AND WE ALL WANT TO HEAR EXACTLY WHAT IT IS YOU HAVE TO SAY SO JUST FUCKING SAY IT." Doing a gentleman's best. And nods and looks like "whoa..." around fall like pins to the floor.
Silence. Serenity, God grant me. Peace and sobbing.
"I'm going to die."
"You're not gonna die." Vicki again and thank you.
The police arrive. The police take him away. The police don't ask me a single question. The police don't take my name. The police GET HIM IN THE FUCKING CAR but the policeman I ask if he needs anything from me like a statement distracted by the scene at the car waves me away like mosquitoes. I notify Vicki that, "I'm taking this, is that okay?" And I point at the water bottle which I've already opened and am drinking.
I leave.
An hour passes.
He dies.
Overdose, but I had the best speech of my life prepared for class the next day. You can imagine, I'd assume. Catch a cab back from Mortimer's Bar after the incident and get in. Red & White taxi. The driver is nice. We talk about what just happened, trade a story. Share love for our fellow humans about need and the necessity of helping those who do.
Two days later a taxi driver eerily similar to that man was shot by two to three young men when he picked them in a bad neighborhood helping out his fellow man, even if it was for something as simple as a cab ride and that even being his job.
Saw the car wrecked photo on the news.
The cab was Red & White.
I had to wonder.
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ah, yeah
man
thats right
i needed to tell someone that, or i felt i did, kind of like when i feel like having a hamburger after looking at nothing but hamburgers and shakes, then i want a shake, then i want both
then i look at my eggo blueberry waffles i snagged from my moms house melting in my refridgerator and think,
well , ranch dressing and pizza sauce is pretty good with saltines
see what i mean, life is about decisions, oh i almost said delicious
hahaha
alright, talks later
bbb, you know have a wonderful grasp of dialogue, i look forward to a mix cd in the next future