More powerful than you can possibly imagine...
I got my truck taken away! My Grandpa thought he could win in the battle of Drama with the likes of ME...He found out he was mistaken, but did leave me with a disadvantage: I have no means of transportation at the moment. Say bye bye to the truck that has served as my chariot for a while. Maybe that was what was bringing me the string of bad luck. Anyway...the drama...
"I can go wherever the hell I want!" Brandon said to his father in the sarcastic manner that defines who he is.
"What did you say?" Said the man in the door way, so consumed by the dark side of the force that his features are withered and deformed. A man of fifty six years but has the features of a one hundred year old fossle.
"Nothing..." I replied when I heard that hateful voice.
"You don't think I can't put you to walking if I wanted to?"
"He was just joking, dad..." Said my father from behind his desk.
"What's your problem?" I said to the malevolent and contemtious tone that served, most of the time, as my grandfather's voice.
"You children need to be put in your place every once in a while..." The tone dropping to the illusitory comanding and intimidating tone that he so blindly has constructed for himself over his fifty six years.
"Yeah, I hear ya..." I spoke defiantly and I turned my back to his scowling face.
I exited at that time and made it to the car door, ignoring the line of curses that was following me, and opened the door.
"I'll be a son of a bitch! I'll take that damn truck and you will be walking!" bellowed the outraged fellow.
"Papaw, I don't give a shit if you take the truck. Take the damn thing!" I bellowed back just as outraged. The anger shaking the very foundation of my self control. I entered the car and shut it behind me, trying hard not to let my rage get the better of my motor function to pull the car door on into the car with me, or perhaps the glass from the window.
"Alright, you don't think I'll do it...Nancy, when you get home, you get them god damn keys and don't you let him go no where in it. I'll take the god damn thing and sell it."
End Scene I
Scene II: At My House...
As the car nears my home, I was let out at my Uncle's to bring him his food. I recounted the event very breifly to my Uncle, and proceeded home to clean my belongings out of a very burdonsome means of transportation. I veiwed it as a release, frankly.
As I was getting my CD's and belongings out of the console, I heard the sweet and carring voice of my great grandmother saying "Here he comes, here he comes!" I just continued with what I was doing, whilst battling the ugly beast of Malace deep within my heart not to lash out and rip the vains from the neck of the man that which surely piss and vinigar flows through at all times, with the fangs I was surely growing at that moment in time. Oh what a battle it was...
"You'll get this back when you can learn some respect..." The words flown so arrogantly, full of anger, and a false sence of command. Respect for you? Hmph...If you knew what that meant, you wouldn't be the person you are today...
I spun around, defiantly, the same anger in my usual light hearted voice. "Shut up, Shut up!" I walked to the other side of the truck.
"This'll be the last god damn mother fucking thing you get from me..." Again with the contemptious and false-intimmidating tone.
"That's real nice, Papaw. Now unlock this damn door..." I retorted, waiting for entry into the passenger side. He pulled the handle. "You are nothing but a two faced asshole and no one can stand you. All I was trying to do was make a joke..."
"That's your Mamaw talking right there. You ain't nothing but a Marcum, so you can let that damn side of your family give you your next car..." His voice streamed off as he climbed out and made for the door into my home. The very thought of his evil preasence inside the most sacred of places to me turned my stomach even more. His negativity seeping from every pour on his body. I made my way towards the door to my house.
"Nancy, you call and get the insurance cancled on that fucking truck tomarrow, cause I'm going to sell it." He sleezed the words from his mouth as he strode so stupidly back to the truck, that damnable truck, that is so important for him to throw up in my face he would alienate himself from every person in our entire family by risking angering me.
I entered the door and reached for my keys and took the truck key from the ring, with no great ease, mind you, because of the shaking of my entire form. I handed the key to Mamaw..."Take it to him and let it be damned..."
End Scene II
And so ends an ordeal that made me reolize just how much some people need the compassion of people like me. True, I could have handled it better, but I decided not to let this one in particular walk all over me. He still has my love, compassion, but most of all, pitty...
Anyway, I won't be seeing all my friends until I get my old car fixed, which hopefuly, wont take very long. I love you all...Screw spell check. It took me forever to type this. I'm on a Perkiset ho's!!!
Fin
"I can go wherever the hell I want!" Brandon said to his father in the sarcastic manner that defines who he is.
"What did you say?" Said the man in the door way, so consumed by the dark side of the force that his features are withered and deformed. A man of fifty six years but has the features of a one hundred year old fossle.
"Nothing..." I replied when I heard that hateful voice.
"You don't think I can't put you to walking if I wanted to?"
"He was just joking, dad..." Said my father from behind his desk.
"What's your problem?" I said to the malevolent and contemtious tone that served, most of the time, as my grandfather's voice.
"You children need to be put in your place every once in a while..." The tone dropping to the illusitory comanding and intimidating tone that he so blindly has constructed for himself over his fifty six years.
"Yeah, I hear ya..." I spoke defiantly and I turned my back to his scowling face.
I exited at that time and made it to the car door, ignoring the line of curses that was following me, and opened the door.
"I'll be a son of a bitch! I'll take that damn truck and you will be walking!" bellowed the outraged fellow.
"Papaw, I don't give a shit if you take the truck. Take the damn thing!" I bellowed back just as outraged. The anger shaking the very foundation of my self control. I entered the car and shut it behind me, trying hard not to let my rage get the better of my motor function to pull the car door on into the car with me, or perhaps the glass from the window.
"Alright, you don't think I'll do it...Nancy, when you get home, you get them god damn keys and don't you let him go no where in it. I'll take the god damn thing and sell it."
End Scene I
Scene II: At My House...
As the car nears my home, I was let out at my Uncle's to bring him his food. I recounted the event very breifly to my Uncle, and proceeded home to clean my belongings out of a very burdonsome means of transportation. I veiwed it as a release, frankly.
As I was getting my CD's and belongings out of the console, I heard the sweet and carring voice of my great grandmother saying "Here he comes, here he comes!" I just continued with what I was doing, whilst battling the ugly beast of Malace deep within my heart not to lash out and rip the vains from the neck of the man that which surely piss and vinigar flows through at all times, with the fangs I was surely growing at that moment in time. Oh what a battle it was...
"You'll get this back when you can learn some respect..." The words flown so arrogantly, full of anger, and a false sence of command. Respect for you? Hmph...If you knew what that meant, you wouldn't be the person you are today...
I spun around, defiantly, the same anger in my usual light hearted voice. "Shut up, Shut up!" I walked to the other side of the truck.
"This'll be the last god damn mother fucking thing you get from me..." Again with the contemptious and false-intimmidating tone.
"That's real nice, Papaw. Now unlock this damn door..." I retorted, waiting for entry into the passenger side. He pulled the handle. "You are nothing but a two faced asshole and no one can stand you. All I was trying to do was make a joke..."
"That's your Mamaw talking right there. You ain't nothing but a Marcum, so you can let that damn side of your family give you your next car..." His voice streamed off as he climbed out and made for the door into my home. The very thought of his evil preasence inside the most sacred of places to me turned my stomach even more. His negativity seeping from every pour on his body. I made my way towards the door to my house.
"Nancy, you call and get the insurance cancled on that fucking truck tomarrow, cause I'm going to sell it." He sleezed the words from his mouth as he strode so stupidly back to the truck, that damnable truck, that is so important for him to throw up in my face he would alienate himself from every person in our entire family by risking angering me.
I entered the door and reached for my keys and took the truck key from the ring, with no great ease, mind you, because of the shaking of my entire form. I handed the key to Mamaw..."Take it to him and let it be damned..."
End Scene II
And so ends an ordeal that made me reolize just how much some people need the compassion of people like me. True, I could have handled it better, but I decided not to let this one in particular walk all over me. He still has my love, compassion, but most of all, pitty...
Anyway, I won't be seeing all my friends until I get my old car fixed, which hopefuly, wont take very long. I love you all...Screw spell check. It took me forever to type this. I'm on a Perkiset ho's!!!
Fin