A Night in the Life of A Bus Boy,
Thurdsay, January 28, 2004.
Remember when you were young and you looked up to somebody who was probably older then you. Everything that they where was just so "cool" the clothes they wore, the music they listened too, how they talked, their haircut, their safety pins and their shoes. It resonated for some reason, we are all very impressionable even now as we are getting older because we still look to examples, role models.....idols to emulate or mimic ourselves into what others may perceive as "cool".
It's 10:40 pm on Thursday night at the Fox and the Fiddle, I just got through playing ball hockey as I usually do every Thursday, earlier I interviewed Rob for Skate4Cancer. Go figure I actually did something I went to school for. Before I start work, which usually happens around 11:00 I have a couple of smokes, Im not sure if I really inhale. I don't know why I smoke now a days, maybe because I like it, maybe because it's something to do with.... who knows (I know what your thinking I just want to look "cool").
As I start to clean up people's shit: ash trays, glasses and the infamous red plastic cups. A girl from a table Im cleaning smiles and thanks me, just then some guy sitting across from her calls me Rico as in Rico Sauv. I instantly start doing my Rico dance singing, "la da dadedi la de da la da dadedi Riccccccccccccccco, la de dad dedi Siauvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve" .....uhhhhhhhhhh NO. I do remember almost every lyric or cheesy chorus I have ever heard. Plus, I also remember the Rico Sauv music video, most likely because I masturbated to the collection of girls dancing around Rico. There was this one I remember with a pink one piece with the reverse hulk Hogan rips so you can see her cleave, yummmmm.....sorrry I digress.
So he calls me Rico and then I look at him and punch him in the FUCKING FACE. Well no, he really didn't piss me off that much and if I had punched him in the face I most likely would have been fired. I continue doing whatever it is I do as I walk by a group of people I hear someone say Fag. I look to see some asshole in in his mid 30s and I'm not entirely sure if he directed this comment to me or not. He's got that red neck vibe and probably just goes out to bars and looks for fights. Im not one to back down so I look back at the guy, as some girl is trying to console him. Im trying to make eye contact *not in a gay way, to see if this asshole has beef with me, he doesnt look over so I let it go.
I go to the washroom and check myself out to see what type of impression Im sending out. My hair is brushed down tonight, ala Beatles mop top. Im wearing all black with a noticeable big thick police belt I wear low around my waist so people can see it. I have my black pants tucked into my black socks with my doc martins on. I just recently switched the shoes laces from white to black because to many people thought I might be a Nazi. I have a lot of black bracelets and two leather wristbands on. My shirt collar is slightly up ala Fonzy style, "Heeeeyeeeeehh YO". So I make sure it's sitting flat. I just recently purchased a black motorcycle jacket no collar that fits perfectly for 10 bucks from value village, but its hanging in the back with my length winter jacket, tuke and smoker gloves. I look in the mirror, "Who are you?", after 26 years I think Im finally starting to figure it out. I'm not quit there yet and I understand Im in transition towards somethingI hope.
I go back to doing whatever it is I do. You can always tell the girls who are just so fucking smashed. As they walk back and forth from the dance floor to the washroom, pushing off walls just managing from falling flat on there faces. Many of these girls on Thursday night look like they are between the ages of 18 and 20. Most of them look like they think they're big shit. Sex is power, remember ladies when a guy buys you a drink he expects you to suck his dick. Guys, if a guy that you don't know buys you a drink he expects you to suck his dick too, remember it goes both ways. This world is a mother fucker and everything and everyone in it wants to fuck you up the ass. "Everybody looks absolutely Fuccccccking Wicked tonight", the d.j shouts as he goes on to repeat this statement 8 to 10 times over this night and every other night.
They play the same mother fucking top 40 songs in here week after week. I can pin point the exact moment when 'Hey Yah' or 'Shut Up' will come on. When this happens I really should try to avoid the dance floor area during these songs but I hit it any ways in hopes of some girl rubbing up against me or grabbing my ass. Out of nowhere someone slaps my ass, which is something I was actually hoping for before I went to work. I turn to see my high school friend Dwayne who was one of the 4 token black people at my primarily white suburban high school. Dwayne and I where in the Learning Studies class together with some other hopelessly devoted academic students. He is a local whoring d.j who has no loyalty but for the gig, he will play where ever he can but his style is more urban then most of the suburban kids can handle. I think to myself if hear one more Shawn Paul song I'm going to shoot myself.
I start to wonder, could I let my daughter turn into one of these hoe wannabe's?. Presuming I ever meet somebody that I will fall ignorantly in love with, helping to bring in yet another lost soul into this fucked up world. Everyone is a white ghetto thug, but there is no ghetto in this area besides the local Youth Centre where the real street kids hang with each other. There the one's who develop more meaningful relationships, because they come from broken homes and in some cases have no families. Most of the time all they have is each other. This whole night life thing is sickening, but it's really entertaining to watch like an episode of the 5th Wheel. A chorus shoots into my brain, "yahaa wannna live like common people, you wanna do what every common people do, wanna sleep with common people, wanna sleep with common people like me. Because there is nothing else to do, but dance and drink and screwwwwwwwwewwwwwwwwwwwwhewwwwwh."
Don't get me wrong this place I work at, doesn't really seem to have a dirty vibe, that other local establishments have developed over the past decade. This place has only been around for 2 years so the Newmarket Curse hasn't seemed to infect these walls just yet. The people from this town just like to drink, most of us are alcoholics. The rest of us who don't drink or smoke are clinically depressed. Drinking in this superficial environment kind of blinds you, but does help to kill the depression and the bitter feeling of being alone.
Someone died in a car accident last week. The town has made a lot of cut backs and the roads are in horrible condition, most people are morons and drive when they have been drinking far too much. The roads only has two tire tracks similar to a rail road to drive on, and once you go off the cement track your fucked.The tow truck and ambulance drivers are parked not to far away just waiting for the inevitable person who loses control of their car and fly's out of control off a road or into an on coming car, killing themselves and possibly other people.
Most of these pub/club regulars never talk to each other, they see each other every Thursday to Saturday. It reminds me of high school acquaintances, you get use to seeing the same people for 4 years or in some cases 6 (rolls eyes). Maybe you were one of those isolated kids who were never accepted by his or her peers and feel the need to grab a semi automatic along with your other marginalized friend and shoot everyone to death and then kill yourselves, but that couldnt happen here....could it?
The pub/club community made up of boys and girls you see once or twice week, help to fulfill some inner need or lack of love, but in most cases just help you get off. Usually no one remembers each others name, but you never forget a face or that look they gave when they spit your cum out of their mouth. I just hope someone told them about the Newmarket curse, which consists of getting hammered, going home with someone and the next thing you know you brought a kid into the world.
He or she will probably grow up troubled the product of what should have been just a one night stand, theyll be "dirty cool", probably get into drugs and rebel and possibly come close to losing their life at an early age only to find themselves and learn what it means to truly love another person and go on to save the world. Or they will wind up on the streets because their parents never really loved them or each other. As you pass them bye on the streets on your way to your desk job, where you been sitting on your ass for the past 4 years, "don't raise your eye, it's onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnly Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenage Waaaaaaaaaaasteland." This could never be one of your kids......could it?
I have a white towel tucked under my police belt that is sitting low on my waist. I am the bus bitch, the eyes of the establishment I see everything and hear everything. I see the guys who stay past last call past when the last song is played and the lights go on....
There this girl or women that comes up to me every now and then, she always tells me I have the most beautiful eyes. The first time she said this it made my night, but now she says it all the time and now it's just some cheesy pick up line.
She asks me my age, so I make her guess. She says," 99999999999999teeeen", I roll my eyes, "noooooo, guess again." 233333333333333333?????" No Im 26." "I like you even more", she says. I ask her age and she says 23, but I don't believe her my guess is that she is 28. Hard to tell what ethnicity she is, I don't bother to ask her but she asks mine, "Im Half Italian and the rest scottish/english/irish background. She pushes my hair back and says she likes it either up and I agree. I'm just to lazy and I don't want to draw anymore attention to myself and my punk-rock Elvis look.
She is wearing a pacifier, upon closer inspection she shows me its a miniature penis which is around an inch an a half, " I swear mine's bigger." She laughs, "have you ever been picked up at a bar before, because I really like you". Just then my boss comes walking by, "Alexandra leave the Bus Boy alone, get his number and phone him later." Which doesn't happen.
I go back to wiping down tables, emptying ash trays and bussing people's shit, with a little bit of a hard on. I think through the scenario in my mind, ok what if I go back to her place what's going to happen? Ok she's probably going to suck my dick, hmmmm does that mean am I going to have to return the favour, I dunno if I wanna go down on her. Maybe we will take a shower or bath together..... and then I remember the Newmarket curse and I try to avoid her for the rest of the night, even though I wanna to see her once more and act upon my lustful impulses...
It's 2:30 and people are finally leaving, I rush through my nightly shores so I can get the fuck out of there. Some of the waitress forget to cash me out, so I go up to them to collect. I watch them safely to their cars, one tells me that I am such a gentleman. She is really hot, and has a really really nice ass. I like her a lot but she has a boyfriend and I'm not the type to break up a happy home, so I respect her relationship but I still stare at her ass. It's 4:40 in the am by the time I go to bed, Ill wake up around noon tomorrow sit around and write, maybe go to the gym and then out for some drinks before I go to work and do it all again.
Thurdsay, January 28, 2004.
Remember when you were young and you looked up to somebody who was probably older then you. Everything that they where was just so "cool" the clothes they wore, the music they listened too, how they talked, their haircut, their safety pins and their shoes. It resonated for some reason, we are all very impressionable even now as we are getting older because we still look to examples, role models.....idols to emulate or mimic ourselves into what others may perceive as "cool".
It's 10:40 pm on Thursday night at the Fox and the Fiddle, I just got through playing ball hockey as I usually do every Thursday, earlier I interviewed Rob for Skate4Cancer. Go figure I actually did something I went to school for. Before I start work, which usually happens around 11:00 I have a couple of smokes, Im not sure if I really inhale. I don't know why I smoke now a days, maybe because I like it, maybe because it's something to do with.... who knows (I know what your thinking I just want to look "cool").
As I start to clean up people's shit: ash trays, glasses and the infamous red plastic cups. A girl from a table Im cleaning smiles and thanks me, just then some guy sitting across from her calls me Rico as in Rico Sauv. I instantly start doing my Rico dance singing, "la da dadedi la de da la da dadedi Riccccccccccccccco, la de dad dedi Siauvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve" .....uhhhhhhhhhh NO. I do remember almost every lyric or cheesy chorus I have ever heard. Plus, I also remember the Rico Sauv music video, most likely because I masturbated to the collection of girls dancing around Rico. There was this one I remember with a pink one piece with the reverse hulk Hogan rips so you can see her cleave, yummmmm.....sorrry I digress.
So he calls me Rico and then I look at him and punch him in the FUCKING FACE. Well no, he really didn't piss me off that much and if I had punched him in the face I most likely would have been fired. I continue doing whatever it is I do as I walk by a group of people I hear someone say Fag. I look to see some asshole in in his mid 30s and I'm not entirely sure if he directed this comment to me or not. He's got that red neck vibe and probably just goes out to bars and looks for fights. Im not one to back down so I look back at the guy, as some girl is trying to console him. Im trying to make eye contact *not in a gay way, to see if this asshole has beef with me, he doesnt look over so I let it go.
I go to the washroom and check myself out to see what type of impression Im sending out. My hair is brushed down tonight, ala Beatles mop top. Im wearing all black with a noticeable big thick police belt I wear low around my waist so people can see it. I have my black pants tucked into my black socks with my doc martins on. I just recently switched the shoes laces from white to black because to many people thought I might be a Nazi. I have a lot of black bracelets and two leather wristbands on. My shirt collar is slightly up ala Fonzy style, "Heeeeyeeeeehh YO". So I make sure it's sitting flat. I just recently purchased a black motorcycle jacket no collar that fits perfectly for 10 bucks from value village, but its hanging in the back with my length winter jacket, tuke and smoker gloves. I look in the mirror, "Who are you?", after 26 years I think Im finally starting to figure it out. I'm not quit there yet and I understand Im in transition towards somethingI hope.
I go back to doing whatever it is I do. You can always tell the girls who are just so fucking smashed. As they walk back and forth from the dance floor to the washroom, pushing off walls just managing from falling flat on there faces. Many of these girls on Thursday night look like they are between the ages of 18 and 20. Most of them look like they think they're big shit. Sex is power, remember ladies when a guy buys you a drink he expects you to suck his dick. Guys, if a guy that you don't know buys you a drink he expects you to suck his dick too, remember it goes both ways. This world is a mother fucker and everything and everyone in it wants to fuck you up the ass. "Everybody looks absolutely Fuccccccking Wicked tonight", the d.j shouts as he goes on to repeat this statement 8 to 10 times over this night and every other night.
They play the same mother fucking top 40 songs in here week after week. I can pin point the exact moment when 'Hey Yah' or 'Shut Up' will come on. When this happens I really should try to avoid the dance floor area during these songs but I hit it any ways in hopes of some girl rubbing up against me or grabbing my ass. Out of nowhere someone slaps my ass, which is something I was actually hoping for before I went to work. I turn to see my high school friend Dwayne who was one of the 4 token black people at my primarily white suburban high school. Dwayne and I where in the Learning Studies class together with some other hopelessly devoted academic students. He is a local whoring d.j who has no loyalty but for the gig, he will play where ever he can but his style is more urban then most of the suburban kids can handle. I think to myself if hear one more Shawn Paul song I'm going to shoot myself.
I start to wonder, could I let my daughter turn into one of these hoe wannabe's?. Presuming I ever meet somebody that I will fall ignorantly in love with, helping to bring in yet another lost soul into this fucked up world. Everyone is a white ghetto thug, but there is no ghetto in this area besides the local Youth Centre where the real street kids hang with each other. There the one's who develop more meaningful relationships, because they come from broken homes and in some cases have no families. Most of the time all they have is each other. This whole night life thing is sickening, but it's really entertaining to watch like an episode of the 5th Wheel. A chorus shoots into my brain, "yahaa wannna live like common people, you wanna do what every common people do, wanna sleep with common people, wanna sleep with common people like me. Because there is nothing else to do, but dance and drink and screwwwwwwwwewwwwwwwwwwwwhewwwwwh."
Don't get me wrong this place I work at, doesn't really seem to have a dirty vibe, that other local establishments have developed over the past decade. This place has only been around for 2 years so the Newmarket Curse hasn't seemed to infect these walls just yet. The people from this town just like to drink, most of us are alcoholics. The rest of us who don't drink or smoke are clinically depressed. Drinking in this superficial environment kind of blinds you, but does help to kill the depression and the bitter feeling of being alone.
Someone died in a car accident last week. The town has made a lot of cut backs and the roads are in horrible condition, most people are morons and drive when they have been drinking far too much. The roads only has two tire tracks similar to a rail road to drive on, and once you go off the cement track your fucked.The tow truck and ambulance drivers are parked not to far away just waiting for the inevitable person who loses control of their car and fly's out of control off a road or into an on coming car, killing themselves and possibly other people.
Most of these pub/club regulars never talk to each other, they see each other every Thursday to Saturday. It reminds me of high school acquaintances, you get use to seeing the same people for 4 years or in some cases 6 (rolls eyes). Maybe you were one of those isolated kids who were never accepted by his or her peers and feel the need to grab a semi automatic along with your other marginalized friend and shoot everyone to death and then kill yourselves, but that couldnt happen here....could it?
The pub/club community made up of boys and girls you see once or twice week, help to fulfill some inner need or lack of love, but in most cases just help you get off. Usually no one remembers each others name, but you never forget a face or that look they gave when they spit your cum out of their mouth. I just hope someone told them about the Newmarket curse, which consists of getting hammered, going home with someone and the next thing you know you brought a kid into the world.
He or she will probably grow up troubled the product of what should have been just a one night stand, theyll be "dirty cool", probably get into drugs and rebel and possibly come close to losing their life at an early age only to find themselves and learn what it means to truly love another person and go on to save the world. Or they will wind up on the streets because their parents never really loved them or each other. As you pass them bye on the streets on your way to your desk job, where you been sitting on your ass for the past 4 years, "don't raise your eye, it's onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnly Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenage Waaaaaaaaaaasteland." This could never be one of your kids......could it?
I have a white towel tucked under my police belt that is sitting low on my waist. I am the bus bitch, the eyes of the establishment I see everything and hear everything. I see the guys who stay past last call past when the last song is played and the lights go on....
There this girl or women that comes up to me every now and then, she always tells me I have the most beautiful eyes. The first time she said this it made my night, but now she says it all the time and now it's just some cheesy pick up line.
She asks me my age, so I make her guess. She says," 99999999999999teeeen", I roll my eyes, "noooooo, guess again." 233333333333333333?????" No Im 26." "I like you even more", she says. I ask her age and she says 23, but I don't believe her my guess is that she is 28. Hard to tell what ethnicity she is, I don't bother to ask her but she asks mine, "Im Half Italian and the rest scottish/english/irish background. She pushes my hair back and says she likes it either up and I agree. I'm just to lazy and I don't want to draw anymore attention to myself and my punk-rock Elvis look.
She is wearing a pacifier, upon closer inspection she shows me its a miniature penis which is around an inch an a half, " I swear mine's bigger." She laughs, "have you ever been picked up at a bar before, because I really like you". Just then my boss comes walking by, "Alexandra leave the Bus Boy alone, get his number and phone him later." Which doesn't happen.
I go back to wiping down tables, emptying ash trays and bussing people's shit, with a little bit of a hard on. I think through the scenario in my mind, ok what if I go back to her place what's going to happen? Ok she's probably going to suck my dick, hmmmm does that mean am I going to have to return the favour, I dunno if I wanna go down on her. Maybe we will take a shower or bath together..... and then I remember the Newmarket curse and I try to avoid her for the rest of the night, even though I wanna to see her once more and act upon my lustful impulses...
It's 2:30 and people are finally leaving, I rush through my nightly shores so I can get the fuck out of there. Some of the waitress forget to cash me out, so I go up to them to collect. I watch them safely to their cars, one tells me that I am such a gentleman. She is really hot, and has a really really nice ass. I like her a lot but she has a boyfriend and I'm not the type to break up a happy home, so I respect her relationship but I still stare at her ass. It's 4:40 in the am by the time I go to bed, Ill wake up around noon tomorrow sit around and write, maybe go to the gym and then out for some drinks before I go to work and do it all again.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
sphinx:
Yeah I've heard of that band. They played at a bar in town last wekend I think it was. Anyways, I've heard nothing but good things about that band. Thats cool that you know them.
rayza666:
Portalance is the guitar player in that band right?? i sorta like them , but i think they really need a singer, singing really makes a band pull together!!! Thier bass player rocks out hard!!! hahahahaha and he has thing wicked old man hat!!!! hahahaha i love it!!!!