Redeath... Kinda Like Rebirth but With More "Fuck You"
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Yea so tonight I was in Piggly Wiggly with Jim buying some beer, when all the sudden this short old guy comes up behind Jim with a shopping cart and yells “get outta the way big guy!” with a 1930’s New York gangster accent. We both turned around like “what the fuck?” when we realize the guy’s fuckin’ with us, pulling our chain so to speak. He goes on to start a random conversation with us about his past… how he’s a WWII veteran, how he’s also fought in virtually every war of the twentieth century, sans WWI. He asks Jim all these questions about how tall he is and how much he weighs. At first we’re thinking… “fuck, we have to talk to an old person” but turns out… this guy was cool as fuck. Franco Giovanni was his name, an Italian immigrant, Americanized his name to something like Frank Gee. Told us he was seventy-seven years old, but he talked with the mentality and equivalency of a young man with a purpose, it was so refreshing that both Jim and I couldn’t help but actually listen to what he was saying. He asked Jim if he was going to join the military, Jim said “Not with this war going on” to which Mr. Giovanni replied “Yea I wouldn’t either with our fucking cowboy president,” he went on to say “never elect a cowboy as a president, they can’t see the whole world, all they can see is the hole of a cow’s asshole.” He later went on to tell us he was from Connecticut, which got my New England blood boiling with happiness, he wasn’t some über Christian isolated fuck who gave up on thinking around the age of twenty, no, this was a man who clearly was still trying to make the most he could out of life even at seventy-seven… and really didn’t give a fuck what other people thought about it. At times I forget how different people from the north are, how over the years I’ve convinced myself into the politically correct idealism that “hey we’re all Americans, we’re all the same, we all love this country” or something. But FUCK THAT! This man gave me some cooling liquefied words of realization that I had forgotten existed in my dried cracked attempt at a human soul. He ended with “sorry for wasting your time, when you’re as old as I am you’ll talk to anybody.” And though I’ve heard some form of that statement many times throughout my life from elderly people, for the first time I was truthfully able to say “no, I really enjoyed talking to you” without putting up some façade.
Ahhhh, my life’s become so devoid of meaning lately, I seem to just exist. I’m not saying there’s no meaning out there at all for me… quite frankly I have to get up off my lazy ass and find it, but I seem to be lacking in motivation to do so… because there’s no meaning… it’s a vicious cycle. Last night I almost had to convince myself not to just jump in my car and drive in some random direction for hours… just to see where it takes me. But it’s money, money’s why I stay… because I have to pay back college. FUCKING CHRIST I HATE MONEY! My life could quite simply be beautiful without money… ahhhhhhhhh. Oh well.
Well I’m certainly ranting. Good night.
Yea so tonight I was in Piggly Wiggly with Jim buying some beer, when all the sudden this short old guy comes up behind Jim with a shopping cart and yells “get outta the way big guy!” with a 1930’s New York gangster accent. We both turned around like “what the fuck?” when we realize the guy’s fuckin’ with us, pulling our chain so to speak. He goes on to start a random conversation with us about his past… how he’s a WWII veteran, how he’s also fought in virtually every war of the twentieth century, sans WWI. He asks Jim all these questions about how tall he is and how much he weighs. At first we’re thinking… “fuck, we have to talk to an old person” but turns out… this guy was cool as fuck. Franco Giovanni was his name, an Italian immigrant, Americanized his name to something like Frank Gee. Told us he was seventy-seven years old, but he talked with the mentality and equivalency of a young man with a purpose, it was so refreshing that both Jim and I couldn’t help but actually listen to what he was saying. He asked Jim if he was going to join the military, Jim said “Not with this war going on” to which Mr. Giovanni replied “Yea I wouldn’t either with our fucking cowboy president,” he went on to say “never elect a cowboy as a president, they can’t see the whole world, all they can see is the hole of a cow’s asshole.” He later went on to tell us he was from Connecticut, which got my New England blood boiling with happiness, he wasn’t some über Christian isolated fuck who gave up on thinking around the age of twenty, no, this was a man who clearly was still trying to make the most he could out of life even at seventy-seven… and really didn’t give a fuck what other people thought about it. At times I forget how different people from the north are, how over the years I’ve convinced myself into the politically correct idealism that “hey we’re all Americans, we’re all the same, we all love this country” or something. But FUCK THAT! This man gave me some cooling liquefied words of realization that I had forgotten existed in my dried cracked attempt at a human soul. He ended with “sorry for wasting your time, when you’re as old as I am you’ll talk to anybody.” And though I’ve heard some form of that statement many times throughout my life from elderly people, for the first time I was truthfully able to say “no, I really enjoyed talking to you” without putting up some façade.
Ahhhh, my life’s become so devoid of meaning lately, I seem to just exist. I’m not saying there’s no meaning out there at all for me… quite frankly I have to get up off my lazy ass and find it, but I seem to be lacking in motivation to do so… because there’s no meaning… it’s a vicious cycle. Last night I almost had to convince myself not to just jump in my car and drive in some random direction for hours… just to see where it takes me. But it’s money, money’s why I stay… because I have to pay back college. FUCKING CHRIST I HATE MONEY! My life could quite simply be beautiful without money… ahhhhhhhhh. Oh well.
Well I’m certainly ranting. Good night.