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read if you're bored. the people who had bob or me for history might
remember this from sophomore year? something like that... well, yea...
it's only the introduction. hah.
A Complex Asian Spirit Lost in a Simple Unspirited World
by: Dr. Won E. Manshee Esquire
Inspired by the Life of the Great And All-Powerful Dahli Mandinka Warrior Princess
BOB PUBLICATIONS: HARLINGEN, TEXAS 2001
VOLUME 1, 1ST ED.
INTRODUCTION
AS WITH ALL MY WELL-THOUGHT OUT, YET SEEMINGLY RANDOM SELF-GRATIFYING MENTAL NARRATIVES, I FIND IT MOST NECESSARY TO COMMENSE MY JOURNEY AT MY BIRTH.
I REMEMBER THAT IT WAS AN EXTREMELY DARK PLACE, YET VERY WARM, AND WET, YES, WARM AND WET, LIKE THE KISSES FROM A YOUNG, SWEET, URINE-FILLED PUPPY DOG OR A STALKISH LLAMA, ALL DEPENDING ON WHERE YOU RESIDE OF COURSE. I WAS CONTENT; UNTIL I WAS ABRUPTLY FORE\CED OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE BY FORCES UNKNOWN TO ME!
THE SHOCK! THE SHEER HORROR! THE LIGHT! THE BLINDING LIGHT!
AND THEN IT CAME, THE PAIN... THE AGONY OF MY YOUNG BACKSIDE BURNING WITH THE SPANKING FROM A SLIMY LATEX GLOVED MASKED MAN. HE HID HIS FACE, YET... QUITE SMART OF HIM, FOR IF I KNEW HIS NAME, HE WOULD TODAY BE ON MY "LIST." I ALLOWED MY ANIMAL INSTINCTS TO TAKE OVER MY SHIVERING BODY, AND I SCREAMED.
I WAS COLD, WET AND MY TENDER, YET FIRM, BUTTOCKS STILL TINGLED, AND TO THINK MY WORLD JUST BEGINNING.
AND IT IS A BEGINNING ACCORDING TO WHAT I'VE BEEN TOLD; FOR IN MY MAKING OF INQUIRIES, I HAVE DISCOVERED THAT MY CONCEPTION WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A DRUNKEN, VAGUE REMEMBERANCE TO BOTH OF MY PASSION-CRAVING, LUSTFUL PARENTS. I WAS BORN TO A PHILIPINO FAMILY WHO INCIDENTLY LOVE BIG FAMILIES, AND WHO, AFTER SEVERAL BAFFLING YEARS, FINALLY ACCEPTED IN CALLING ME "MANDY" INSTEAD OF "GEORGE," MOST LIKELY I ASSUME, BECAUSE OF THEIR ULTIMATE ACCEPTANCE THAT I WAS NEVER TO GROW UP AN ATTRACTIVE, ASIAN GENTLEMAN. THIS DID NOT SCAR ME THOUGH ONE WOULD INITIALLY PERCEIVE, FOR THROUGHOUT MY LIFE, I WOULD EXPERIENCE EVENTS AND MEMORIES SO INSPIRING AND SO DEEP, THAT THEY WOULD FOREVER MEND ANY PAST MENTAL TORMENTS.
NONETHELESS, I WAS RAISED IN A VERY SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN IN TEXAS NEXT TO THE NORTHERN MEXICAN BORDER AND CLOSE TO, WELL, APPROXIMATELY NOWHERE. I OFTEN WONDERED WHAT AN AMERICAN-BORN PHILIPINO LIKE MYSELF WAS DOING ALONG AN INTERNATIONAL BOUNDARY, AND THUS REALLY MY RATIONALE FOR NEVER, EVER VISITNG MEXICO; FOR THE SHEAR FEAR OF EXPLAINING THIS PERPLEXION TO THE LOCAL IMMIGRATION OFFICERS BOGGLED MY SENSES.
MY TOWN WAS CALLED, BUT ONLY BY A SELECT FEW, "MANDYVILLE." WELL, IN CONFIDENCE, I WAS REALLY THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER CALLED I THTAT, IT WAS ACTUALLY CALLED HARLINGEN, NAMED AFTER AN IRISH IMMIGRANT WHO HAS HIMSELF INSPIRED BY A SISTER-CITY IN HOLLAND.
AND IT BECAME SUCH THAT THIS PHILIPINO BORN IN AMERICA,, LIVING IN SOUTH TEXAS NEXT TO THE MEXICAN BORDER, IN A TOWN FOUNDED BY AN IRISH IMMIGRANT AND NAMED AFTER A CITY IN HOLLAND CAME TO EXIST.
MANY "MANDYFUL" THINGS HAPPENED WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THIS QUAINT, LITTLE MESQUITE-COVERED SPEEDBUMP IN TEXAS THAT I HUMBILY CALLED HOME. SOME MAY CALL IT MAGICAL, OTHERS MAY CALL IT COINCIDENCE, I CALL IT HORROR... SHEER TERROR BEYOND EXPLAINATION; BUT I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO SENSE THINGS THAT OTHERS SEEMINGLY CANNOT. MY AGING, GRANDMOTHER TOLD ME THAT IW AS GIVEN A "GIFT," A BLESSING FROM HER FATHER, AN OLD SOOTHSAYER BACK ON THE ISLANDS THAT THE LOCAL PHILIPINO NATIVES WOULD OFTEN SUMMON IN TIMES OF NEED... THE MOLES ON MY NECK, I GOT FROM HER.
ALTHOUGH ONE MIGHT ASSUME THAT I AM IN SOME STRANGE WAY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE NAMESAKE OF THE TOWN, I AM NOT. I TRIED TO LIVE ON THE SAFE SIDE OF THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE, I NEVER ACTUALLY DID ANYTHING REBELLIOUS PERSAY, BUT I OFTEN ALWAYS THOUGHT OF DOING SO.
WE COINCIDENTLY ALSO LIVED NEXT TO THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD TRACKS. AS KIDS AND FOR AMUSEMENT, OTHER THAN THROWING CALICHE ROCKS AT ONE ANOTHER, MY FRIENDS AND I WOULD SPEND HOURS UPON ENDLESS TIRING HOURS PLAYING THESE TRACKS. OH, THE ROCKS, I REMEMBER THE ROCKS... HOW THEY GLISTENED IN THE HOT SUNNY AFTERNOONS, A GLIMMER OF FATE, AND THE FACT THAT MY FRIENDS AND I TRULY HAD NO LIVES. WE HONESTLY DID NOT HAVE MUCH ENTERTAINMENT IN TOWN, SAVE FOR THE PETERSON TWINS WHO WOULD EAGERLY POP THE PIMPLES ON YOUR BACK FOR A QUARTER. THUS FOR EXCITEMENT, WE WERE CONTENT IN JUMPING BACK AND FORTH IN FRONT OF THE 18TH WHISTLING EXPRESS, AS SHE STEAMED THROUGH TOWN.
THE 18TH WAS AN OLD RICKETY PIECE OF RUSTY MACHINERY, THROWING OIL AND THICK, FUMES AS IT SLUGGISHLY PASSED THROUGH OUR TIRED LITTLE, DRUNKEN TOWN. IT WOULD NEVER STOP.
I KNEW THE DANGERS OF OUR ACTIONS, BUT THE RUSH OF ADRENELINE ALWAYS OVERTOOK ME LIKE A BURST OF FRESHNESS AFTER SWALLOWING MOUTHWASH WHEN THE BOTTLE CLEARLY STATES NOT TO, OR LIKE A ROGUE PIRATE SHIP ON THE OPEN SEAS NEXT TO A 15TH CENTURY BRITISH FREIGHTER MANNED BY A "YES-SIR" MAN CAPTAIN AND HIS CUTE AND EVER EAGERLY, PRESENT CABIN BOY. I PERSONALLY NEVER GOT INJURED, THE LUXURY OF MY WILD-WAYS; BUT MY BEST PAL "STUBBY" DID. SOME SAY "LUCY" WAS JEALOUS OF HER FRIENDSHIP WITH ME AND PUSHED HER INTO THE PATH OF THE ROARING 18TH THAT FINE SUNNY DAY IN MAY. THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW. LUCY AND I GREW CLOSE, FOR I NEEDED A VOID FILLE DIN THE FRIENDSHIP SECTION OF MY ASIAN HEART, AND WELL, LUCY DIDN'T HAVE THAT ANNOYING LAUGH LIKE THAT GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, SO-CALLED FRIEND OF MINE! I'M STILL TALKING ABOUT STUBBY HERE...STAY UP! OH, HOW I HATED THAT ANNOYING LAUGH OF HER'S... AND THAT SICKENING SMELL OF HER ROTTING, STUBBLY ARMPITS. I TOLD HER TO WEAR DEODORANT, BUT WOULD SHE LISTEN TO ME, NO! SHE NEVER LISTENED TO ME... MOVE OUT OF THE WAY STUBBY.... MOVE OUT OF THE WAY... HA HA HA HA HA ! AHEM...
EXCUSE MY MOMENTARY LAPSE OF "EVILNESS," I'M STILL BITTER, FOR YOU SEE, STUBBY BECAME SOMETHING OF A CELEBRITY. SHE WAS RECRUITED BY A TRAVELING CIRCUS AND I WAS TOLD THAT SHE TOURED THE WORLD AS THE FABULOUS HUMAN KNUB! THE GLORY AND FAME SHE MUST HAVE ENCOMPASSED. LAST I HEARD, SHE MARRIED THE RUBBER MAN AND IS LIVING HAPPILY SOMEWHERE IN A LITTLE SHACK SOMEWHERE IN THE BLUE MOUNTAINS OF ARKANSAS... SOME GIRLS JUST HAVE ALL THE LUCK.
ANYWAY, TO SURVIVE IN MY RAILHEAD TOWN, ONE MUST HAVE TIMING, AND TIME WAS A LOT OF WHAT I HAD, BOTH IN MY IND AND ON MY HANDS... I OFTEN FELT DIRTY. THERE ARE A LOT OF STORIES THAT GO UNEXPLAINED, AND A LOT OF LIFE'S LITTLE IDEOMS, WHICH GO, UNCHALLENGED. THIS JOURNAL IS MY ATTEMPT TO RATIONALIZE MY INNERSELF, TO UNDERSTAND WHAT MOTIVATED ME INTO BECOMING WHO I AM TODAY. THIS IS MY LIFE IN A NUTSHELL, A STORY I SHARE OUT OF NECESSITY AND OF PEACE, OUT OF SALVATION FROM MYSELF; A TRIBUTE, IF YOU WILL, A TRIBUTE TO ME, BY ME, FOR ME... GOD I'M GOOD, AND IT IS SUCH A MANNER THAT THE WORLD WILL REMEMBER MY LEGACY, THOUGH MINUTE IN COMPARISON TO THOSE WHO INTENTIONALLY AND UNINTENTIONALLY INSPIRE ME. READ ON, IF YOU DARE...
A Complex Asian Spirit Lost in a Simple Unspirited World
by: Dr. Won E. Manshee Esquire
Inspired by the Life of the Great And All-Powerful Dahli Mandinka Warrior Princess
BOB PUBLICATIONS: HARLINGEN, TEXAS 2001
VOLUME 1, 1ST ED.
INTRODUCTION
AS WITH ALL MY WELL-THOUGHT OUT, YET SEEMINGLY RANDOM SELF-GRATIFYING MENTAL NARRATIVES, I FIND IT MOST NECESSARY TO COMMENSE MY JOURNEY AT MY BIRTH.
I REMEMBER THAT IT WAS AN EXTREMELY DARK PLACE, YET VERY WARM, AND WET, YES, WARM AND WET, LIKE THE KISSES FROM A YOUNG, SWEET, URINE-FILLED PUPPY DOG OR A STALKISH LLAMA, ALL DEPENDING ON WHERE YOU RESIDE OF COURSE. I WAS CONTENT; UNTIL I WAS ABRUPTLY FORE\CED OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE BY FORCES UNKNOWN TO ME!
THE SHOCK! THE SHEER HORROR! THE LIGHT! THE BLINDING LIGHT!
AND THEN IT CAME, THE PAIN... THE AGONY OF MY YOUNG BACKSIDE BURNING WITH THE SPANKING FROM A SLIMY LATEX GLOVED MASKED MAN. HE HID HIS FACE, YET... QUITE SMART OF HIM, FOR IF I KNEW HIS NAME, HE WOULD TODAY BE ON MY "LIST." I ALLOWED MY ANIMAL INSTINCTS TO TAKE OVER MY SHIVERING BODY, AND I SCREAMED.
I WAS COLD, WET AND MY TENDER, YET FIRM, BUTTOCKS STILL TINGLED, AND TO THINK MY WORLD JUST BEGINNING.
AND IT IS A BEGINNING ACCORDING TO WHAT I'VE BEEN TOLD; FOR IN MY MAKING OF INQUIRIES, I HAVE DISCOVERED THAT MY CONCEPTION WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A DRUNKEN, VAGUE REMEMBERANCE TO BOTH OF MY PASSION-CRAVING, LUSTFUL PARENTS. I WAS BORN TO A PHILIPINO FAMILY WHO INCIDENTLY LOVE BIG FAMILIES, AND WHO, AFTER SEVERAL BAFFLING YEARS, FINALLY ACCEPTED IN CALLING ME "MANDY" INSTEAD OF "GEORGE," MOST LIKELY I ASSUME, BECAUSE OF THEIR ULTIMATE ACCEPTANCE THAT I WAS NEVER TO GROW UP AN ATTRACTIVE, ASIAN GENTLEMAN. THIS DID NOT SCAR ME THOUGH ONE WOULD INITIALLY PERCEIVE, FOR THROUGHOUT MY LIFE, I WOULD EXPERIENCE EVENTS AND MEMORIES SO INSPIRING AND SO DEEP, THAT THEY WOULD FOREVER MEND ANY PAST MENTAL TORMENTS.
NONETHELESS, I WAS RAISED IN A VERY SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN IN TEXAS NEXT TO THE NORTHERN MEXICAN BORDER AND CLOSE TO, WELL, APPROXIMATELY NOWHERE. I OFTEN WONDERED WHAT AN AMERICAN-BORN PHILIPINO LIKE MYSELF WAS DOING ALONG AN INTERNATIONAL BOUNDARY, AND THUS REALLY MY RATIONALE FOR NEVER, EVER VISITNG MEXICO; FOR THE SHEAR FEAR OF EXPLAINING THIS PERPLEXION TO THE LOCAL IMMIGRATION OFFICERS BOGGLED MY SENSES.
MY TOWN WAS CALLED, BUT ONLY BY A SELECT FEW, "MANDYVILLE." WELL, IN CONFIDENCE, I WAS REALLY THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER CALLED I THTAT, IT WAS ACTUALLY CALLED HARLINGEN, NAMED AFTER AN IRISH IMMIGRANT WHO HAS HIMSELF INSPIRED BY A SISTER-CITY IN HOLLAND.
AND IT BECAME SUCH THAT THIS PHILIPINO BORN IN AMERICA,, LIVING IN SOUTH TEXAS NEXT TO THE MEXICAN BORDER, IN A TOWN FOUNDED BY AN IRISH IMMIGRANT AND NAMED AFTER A CITY IN HOLLAND CAME TO EXIST.
MANY "MANDYFUL" THINGS HAPPENED WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THIS QUAINT, LITTLE MESQUITE-COVERED SPEEDBUMP IN TEXAS THAT I HUMBILY CALLED HOME. SOME MAY CALL IT MAGICAL, OTHERS MAY CALL IT COINCIDENCE, I CALL IT HORROR... SHEER TERROR BEYOND EXPLAINATION; BUT I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO SENSE THINGS THAT OTHERS SEEMINGLY CANNOT. MY AGING, GRANDMOTHER TOLD ME THAT IW AS GIVEN A "GIFT," A BLESSING FROM HER FATHER, AN OLD SOOTHSAYER BACK ON THE ISLANDS THAT THE LOCAL PHILIPINO NATIVES WOULD OFTEN SUMMON IN TIMES OF NEED... THE MOLES ON MY NECK, I GOT FROM HER.
ALTHOUGH ONE MIGHT ASSUME THAT I AM IN SOME STRANGE WAY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE NAMESAKE OF THE TOWN, I AM NOT. I TRIED TO LIVE ON THE SAFE SIDE OF THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE, I NEVER ACTUALLY DID ANYTHING REBELLIOUS PERSAY, BUT I OFTEN ALWAYS THOUGHT OF DOING SO.
WE COINCIDENTLY ALSO LIVED NEXT TO THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD TRACKS. AS KIDS AND FOR AMUSEMENT, OTHER THAN THROWING CALICHE ROCKS AT ONE ANOTHER, MY FRIENDS AND I WOULD SPEND HOURS UPON ENDLESS TIRING HOURS PLAYING THESE TRACKS. OH, THE ROCKS, I REMEMBER THE ROCKS... HOW THEY GLISTENED IN THE HOT SUNNY AFTERNOONS, A GLIMMER OF FATE, AND THE FACT THAT MY FRIENDS AND I TRULY HAD NO LIVES. WE HONESTLY DID NOT HAVE MUCH ENTERTAINMENT IN TOWN, SAVE FOR THE PETERSON TWINS WHO WOULD EAGERLY POP THE PIMPLES ON YOUR BACK FOR A QUARTER. THUS FOR EXCITEMENT, WE WERE CONTENT IN JUMPING BACK AND FORTH IN FRONT OF THE 18TH WHISTLING EXPRESS, AS SHE STEAMED THROUGH TOWN.
THE 18TH WAS AN OLD RICKETY PIECE OF RUSTY MACHINERY, THROWING OIL AND THICK, FUMES AS IT SLUGGISHLY PASSED THROUGH OUR TIRED LITTLE, DRUNKEN TOWN. IT WOULD NEVER STOP.
I KNEW THE DANGERS OF OUR ACTIONS, BUT THE RUSH OF ADRENELINE ALWAYS OVERTOOK ME LIKE A BURST OF FRESHNESS AFTER SWALLOWING MOUTHWASH WHEN THE BOTTLE CLEARLY STATES NOT TO, OR LIKE A ROGUE PIRATE SHIP ON THE OPEN SEAS NEXT TO A 15TH CENTURY BRITISH FREIGHTER MANNED BY A "YES-SIR" MAN CAPTAIN AND HIS CUTE AND EVER EAGERLY, PRESENT CABIN BOY. I PERSONALLY NEVER GOT INJURED, THE LUXURY OF MY WILD-WAYS; BUT MY BEST PAL "STUBBY" DID. SOME SAY "LUCY" WAS JEALOUS OF HER FRIENDSHIP WITH ME AND PUSHED HER INTO THE PATH OF THE ROARING 18TH THAT FINE SUNNY DAY IN MAY. THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW. LUCY AND I GREW CLOSE, FOR I NEEDED A VOID FILLE DIN THE FRIENDSHIP SECTION OF MY ASIAN HEART, AND WELL, LUCY DIDN'T HAVE THAT ANNOYING LAUGH LIKE THAT GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, SO-CALLED FRIEND OF MINE! I'M STILL TALKING ABOUT STUBBY HERE...STAY UP! OH, HOW I HATED THAT ANNOYING LAUGH OF HER'S... AND THAT SICKENING SMELL OF HER ROTTING, STUBBLY ARMPITS. I TOLD HER TO WEAR DEODORANT, BUT WOULD SHE LISTEN TO ME, NO! SHE NEVER LISTENED TO ME... MOVE OUT OF THE WAY STUBBY.... MOVE OUT OF THE WAY... HA HA HA HA HA ! AHEM...
EXCUSE MY MOMENTARY LAPSE OF "EVILNESS," I'M STILL BITTER, FOR YOU SEE, STUBBY BECAME SOMETHING OF A CELEBRITY. SHE WAS RECRUITED BY A TRAVELING CIRCUS AND I WAS TOLD THAT SHE TOURED THE WORLD AS THE FABULOUS HUMAN KNUB! THE GLORY AND FAME SHE MUST HAVE ENCOMPASSED. LAST I HEARD, SHE MARRIED THE RUBBER MAN AND IS LIVING HAPPILY SOMEWHERE IN A LITTLE SHACK SOMEWHERE IN THE BLUE MOUNTAINS OF ARKANSAS... SOME GIRLS JUST HAVE ALL THE LUCK.
ANYWAY, TO SURVIVE IN MY RAILHEAD TOWN, ONE MUST HAVE TIMING, AND TIME WAS A LOT OF WHAT I HAD, BOTH IN MY IND AND ON MY HANDS... I OFTEN FELT DIRTY. THERE ARE A LOT OF STORIES THAT GO UNEXPLAINED, AND A LOT OF LIFE'S LITTLE IDEOMS, WHICH GO, UNCHALLENGED. THIS JOURNAL IS MY ATTEMPT TO RATIONALIZE MY INNERSELF, TO UNDERSTAND WHAT MOTIVATED ME INTO BECOMING WHO I AM TODAY. THIS IS MY LIFE IN A NUTSHELL, A STORY I SHARE OUT OF NECESSITY AND OF PEACE, OUT OF SALVATION FROM MYSELF; A TRIBUTE, IF YOU WILL, A TRIBUTE TO ME, BY ME, FOR ME... GOD I'M GOOD, AND IT IS SUCH A MANNER THAT THE WORLD WILL REMEMBER MY LEGACY, THOUGH MINUTE IN COMPARISON TO THOSE WHO INTENTIONALLY AND UNINTENTIONALLY INSPIRE ME. READ ON, IF YOU DARE...