1,369 Lights...1,369...a number i'll never forget
So I go into work today and was constantly and verbally reminded by Jamel (half Korean, half black guy,) that I was black and he was black and that we were working in a predomninantly "white" establishment. Valid points, all of them. *siggh* Oh and also...hah...Jamel smacked one of the server women on the ass and then once again told me that I should look at it because it's so nice. The thing is, this woman is about 45 years old. I answered with an, "ummmm okayyy" as if to say, hmm and she's alright with this??? What she said next surprised me. She says "Yea and there's enough of this to go around for the both of you if you want it." and then she walks away. Okay. No! WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! Did she say-? No way! She's 45! What?? Then Jamel says in reply to my shock, "See Tony if there's one thing you wanna remember about this restaraunt and if you wan't to survive, just remember..." I was curious. "Remember what?" I asked. Jamel continued. "That this is Jamel's playground. Just remember that Tony and you'll be alright." He winked. "Jamel's playground? This is YOUR playground?" I asked increduously. "There you go!!" He punched my shoulder. I then stated with firm conviction. "Jamel this may be your playground but this is my battlefield now. And you're gonna have to fight to reclaim it!" He waved me away as if swatting a fly and said "Pleassse. Jamel's playground. Just remember those two words and you'll be alright boy." "I'm not a-" He strolled away before I could answer. So now, it's all out competition. For what you ask? To see who's the best server. Who's the best comic. Who's the best womanizer. Who is simply...the best. I love it...I LIVE FOR IT!!!! HAHAHA...Oh this is lovely.
Other than that shallow piece of shit of my life for news, I finished "The Talisman" by Stephen King and Peter Straubb. 735 pages of pure adventure and trial and error. Jack Sawyer. An unsung but still true hero.
Over the past few weeks, every situation has been a story and is unreal. I mean, reality has been truly distorted. My daymares and nightdreams and realities are bleeding into each other and all is a mesh of white paint. White light. A spectrum of all the colors of the universe and it's all bleeding together. Indistinguishable. Undeniable. Beautiful. Frightening.
Names: KC, Selase, Heather, Brooke, Ashlea, Amy, Kylee, Steve, Amanda, Rachel, Mom, Jack, Ender, Bean, Dad, Storm, Callie, Shari, Dale, Lily, Laura, Cassaphina, Metatron, Jennifer...Who are these people? Who are these people? Who are they?...Who...
I refuse to refuse because a movie told me "Deniability is the most predictable of all human emotions". An unreality told me a truth I cannot deny. Isn't that enough???? No...it's not.
I want the world. No...I want the world. The world in my palm. The world. The world...I want it. Give it to me! And then I heard a lone voice in a book. A lone voice in a song. "What does it profit a man to gain the world...if he should lose his soul?" The perfect answer to a question that was never a question. That's what that is.
Other than that shallow piece of shit of my life for news, I finished "The Talisman" by Stephen King and Peter Straubb. 735 pages of pure adventure and trial and error. Jack Sawyer. An unsung but still true hero.
Over the past few weeks, every situation has been a story and is unreal. I mean, reality has been truly distorted. My daymares and nightdreams and realities are bleeding into each other and all is a mesh of white paint. White light. A spectrum of all the colors of the universe and it's all bleeding together. Indistinguishable. Undeniable. Beautiful. Frightening.
Names: KC, Selase, Heather, Brooke, Ashlea, Amy, Kylee, Steve, Amanda, Rachel, Mom, Jack, Ender, Bean, Dad, Storm, Callie, Shari, Dale, Lily, Laura, Cassaphina, Metatron, Jennifer...Who are these people? Who are these people? Who are they?...Who...
I refuse to refuse because a movie told me "Deniability is the most predictable of all human emotions". An unreality told me a truth I cannot deny. Isn't that enough???? No...it's not.
I want the world. No...I want the world. The world in my palm. The world. The world...I want it. Give it to me! And then I heard a lone voice in a book. A lone voice in a song. "What does it profit a man to gain the world...if he should lose his soul?" The perfect answer to a question that was never a question. That's what that is.