Early Morning Exchange
This is a story a posted on MySpace, and I am reposting on LiveJournal for you Josh. LiveJournaling punk.
Okay, so maybe they're right. Maybe I'm not the most regular blogger in the world. Maybe I have only "blogged" four times in my life (not counting this one) but at least I'm trying. You can't really blame it on me. Well, you can do whatever you want, but it's really not my fault. It's the fault of Video Games, of friends, and of Peelander-Z. That's right, I'm not taking any of the responsibility. Because the fact is, I'm not responsible. I try to get to bed on time, so I can wake up on time, so I can do useful things like blogging and homework, but it just never works out. Yes it is true that I am responsible for my own self, and no one else can claim responsibility for me, but dang it, when there's just so many cool things to do, can a guy really help it? When I don't sleep much, it shows though. Definitely. Like this morning. When I finally got my education book that I should've had 5 days ago. I bought it used from some guy named Mike. I rode into school with the Yedster today, and was having a good time. I didn't talk much, because I was pretty tired, but I really was having a good time. I was happy; still content from the Peelander-Z show last night. But when I called this guy Mike to arrange the "exchange" I wasn't Joseph anymore. Suddenly I was super mobster crime-boss Zephyr Raina! And I had an exchange to make...
I called him outside of the library, ever wary of policeman or attacks from other mobsters... even a hapless pedestrian could be a hindrance if fate had it's twisted way. When he answered I said little. I only wanted to obtain the information I needed. I got up and walked over to the copy machine - our arranged meeting spot. He was walking over too. I knew instantly that it was him. Who else could it be? That nervous look. The shifty walk, the shifty movements... the shifty glance. This guy was shifty alright. Too shifty. I almost thought about calling the whole deal off, but it was too late for that. I had to go through with it. I had to. I needed the stuff, and I could see it in his hand. It was drawing me towards it... seducing me with it's inanimate gaze. Suddenly he looked at me, I knew that he recognized me as the person who had his money. He approached me rapidly... there was no hope of calling it off now. I was still wary of an ambush... but I was going through with it.
"A..A..Are yo..you... th.. hi...", he stammered.
I almost laughed, I was afraid of this guy? I cut him off,
"Yeah I'm him... you're Mike." Not a question but a bold knowing statement. He could be no one else. He was almost surprised, until he realized I was a professional.
"H..Here." he held out his hand. Clutching the precious cargo in his sweaty grasp.
I took it before I paid him. I couldn't have him running. "30 right?"
"Ye...Yeah... 30."
"Good, here it is." This guy was shifty alright. Pure nervousness though, I had nothing to fear. It was the kind of nervousness that came from lack of experience.
He seemed infinitely relieved when he finally received his money. I admit I was relieved too. With that we parted. For a minute he started to say something else, but my back was already turned. All he could manage was an unsure "Th... Tha... Thanks." I nodded appreciatively as I walked away. Never looked back though. You can't. You just can't, plain and simple. I looked down at my prize and smiled as I left the library. This was the best deal I had gotten this semester. Finally, I could do my education homework.
So let this be a lesson to you boys and girls... Sleep is necessary for both physical and mental health, and don't ever let anybody tell you differently.
Okay, so maybe they're right. Maybe I'm not the most regular blogger in the world. Maybe I have only "blogged" four times in my life (not counting this one) but at least I'm trying. You can't really blame it on me. Well, you can do whatever you want, but it's really not my fault. It's the fault of Video Games, of friends, and of Peelander-Z. That's right, I'm not taking any of the responsibility. Because the fact is, I'm not responsible. I try to get to bed on time, so I can wake up on time, so I can do useful things like blogging and homework, but it just never works out. Yes it is true that I am responsible for my own self, and no one else can claim responsibility for me, but dang it, when there's just so many cool things to do, can a guy really help it? When I don't sleep much, it shows though. Definitely. Like this morning. When I finally got my education book that I should've had 5 days ago. I bought it used from some guy named Mike. I rode into school with the Yedster today, and was having a good time. I didn't talk much, because I was pretty tired, but I really was having a good time. I was happy; still content from the Peelander-Z show last night. But when I called this guy Mike to arrange the "exchange" I wasn't Joseph anymore. Suddenly I was super mobster crime-boss Zephyr Raina! And I had an exchange to make...
I called him outside of the library, ever wary of policeman or attacks from other mobsters... even a hapless pedestrian could be a hindrance if fate had it's twisted way. When he answered I said little. I only wanted to obtain the information I needed. I got up and walked over to the copy machine - our arranged meeting spot. He was walking over too. I knew instantly that it was him. Who else could it be? That nervous look. The shifty walk, the shifty movements... the shifty glance. This guy was shifty alright. Too shifty. I almost thought about calling the whole deal off, but it was too late for that. I had to go through with it. I had to. I needed the stuff, and I could see it in his hand. It was drawing me towards it... seducing me with it's inanimate gaze. Suddenly he looked at me, I knew that he recognized me as the person who had his money. He approached me rapidly... there was no hope of calling it off now. I was still wary of an ambush... but I was going through with it.
"A..A..Are yo..you... th.. hi...", he stammered.
I almost laughed, I was afraid of this guy? I cut him off,
"Yeah I'm him... you're Mike." Not a question but a bold knowing statement. He could be no one else. He was almost surprised, until he realized I was a professional.
"H..Here." he held out his hand. Clutching the precious cargo in his sweaty grasp.
I took it before I paid him. I couldn't have him running. "30 right?"
"Ye...Yeah... 30."
"Good, here it is." This guy was shifty alright. Pure nervousness though, I had nothing to fear. It was the kind of nervousness that came from lack of experience.
He seemed infinitely relieved when he finally received his money. I admit I was relieved too. With that we parted. For a minute he started to say something else, but my back was already turned. All he could manage was an unsure "Th... Tha... Thanks." I nodded appreciatively as I walked away. Never looked back though. You can't. You just can't, plain and simple. I looked down at my prize and smiled as I left the library. This was the best deal I had gotten this semester. Finally, I could do my education homework.
So let this be a lesson to you boys and girls... Sleep is necessary for both physical and mental health, and don't ever let anybody tell you differently.