Post by Joey on Mar 23, 2018 14:35:51 GMT -5
It is the day before the weekend. When I was young I used to look forward to Fridays. Now its just another day. Sundays are all that matters.
The scene is Kentucky Fried Chicken. I was hungry can you blame me? The nice thing about this place is they are always kept very clean and pristine, unlike many other restaurants. I sit by the window and watch a beautiful day unfold for me. It is 11am. There is a light breeze, its 78 degrees, sun with very little clouds in the sky. If god had created a perfect day, this would be one of those days.
And as I watch I find myself being a spectator like sitting in front of a TV, it doesn't seem real what I am watching. Nothing seems real. My number is called and I stand up, I walk up to the counter and the young lady behind the counter hands me my tray with a bucket of chicken and a cup. I take the tray with my left hand and steady the tray as I turn around and walk to the soda machine. I take my large cup with my right hand and put it under the ice tray I left 7 or 8 ice cubes land in the cup and then move it to the soda dispenser. I chose cherry Pepsi and fill it up, I make sure the foam does not overflow. I do not want sticky hands. I make my way to my seat and take a seat. I had already gotten napkins earlier and the salt and pepper shakers are on my table. I am ready to eat. And I do so with a ravenous joy that I hadn't felt for some time. I eat with vigor, 6 mixed pieces of original recipe for 10 dollars, you cant beat that. I added a biscuit as well. I am able to devour 4 pieces with relative ease, and leave 2 pieces for later on if I so chose.
I think about perhaps taking in a movie. It seems like a nice enough day to stay outside, but I know I would grow a bit bored or tired if I didn't do anything but drive around or sit in a park. I want to keep myself busy and my day filled up. After all what do I have to look forward to?
I guess I will direct some words towards Jamo. Jamo., where are you? I have been waiting a week and a half for you to say something. And so far you have not said a word. I grow weary and impatient. You are the world champion, start acting like it. You should not be waiting for me or anyone to say a word, it should be on you to speak first, speak second, speak last. Speak. You are acting like a rookie waiting for your opponent to spoon feed you your words.
If that is the case then you better go to church on Sunday and pray to god that I take some mercy on you. I will be relentless, I have always been relentless. I do not stay silent. Ask around, I am stronger than most would care to admit. So called friends stood by me but it was all false. They were no friends of mine and now they sit alone in cyberspace wondering where it all went wrong? Well it went wrong when you chose outsiders over the true hearts of SFT.
And that my dear Jamo. is what I am. I am the true heart of SFT. Truer than most. People like to say they bleed SFT or bled for SFT. Bullshit. SFT never asked for your blood. SFT asked that you stood up for it, that you spoke for it, that you stand true to its history and its will. And when things got messy they sat and let others take the reigns. Weakness is something I am not. I will never be weak. I take the lead because that is how I stand for SFT. I don't ask for forgiveness. I don't take forgiveness. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I am Saint Jude. Patron Saint of lost causes. And that was what SFT was for so long. A home of misfits and lost causes but we found each other. Some called us The Wall, lesser ones called us the inner circle. But none of them really knew. In the end it was those of us with voices and whispers that made SFT live. And we never let it die.
So this goes out to you Jamo. and the rest who secretly wish SFT would fold and die so they could justify their own decisions and there of lack of. You are weak, you are all weak. I am not. My friends are not. We hold true to who we are. We do not act differently with different sets of people. We don't turn our backs on friends and home in order to keep the so called peace. I am who I am, and that is enough. I don't pretend to be anything other than me, same goes for my friends, my real friends. I don't care about be socially correct, or being politically correct, I don't care about fun and not rocking the boat. I am an adult, middle aged almost, and I don't give a rats behind about kids who adults who don't have the backbone to speak freely or speak true. I don't have time for weakness or men who wait till the last second to speak, when the fact is you shouldn't be shutting up at all, not for one minute. Got that Jamo. I hope you do. I wont repeat this again.
Goodluck to you Jamo, and be sure to say your prayers, trust me God does listen.
......Fade….to…..Darkness…...
The scene is Kentucky Fried Chicken. I was hungry can you blame me? The nice thing about this place is they are always kept very clean and pristine, unlike many other restaurants. I sit by the window and watch a beautiful day unfold for me. It is 11am. There is a light breeze, its 78 degrees, sun with very little clouds in the sky. If god had created a perfect day, this would be one of those days.
And as I watch I find myself being a spectator like sitting in front of a TV, it doesn't seem real what I am watching. Nothing seems real. My number is called and I stand up, I walk up to the counter and the young lady behind the counter hands me my tray with a bucket of chicken and a cup. I take the tray with my left hand and steady the tray as I turn around and walk to the soda machine. I take my large cup with my right hand and put it under the ice tray I left 7 or 8 ice cubes land in the cup and then move it to the soda dispenser. I chose cherry Pepsi and fill it up, I make sure the foam does not overflow. I do not want sticky hands. I make my way to my seat and take a seat. I had already gotten napkins earlier and the salt and pepper shakers are on my table. I am ready to eat. And I do so with a ravenous joy that I hadn't felt for some time. I eat with vigor, 6 mixed pieces of original recipe for 10 dollars, you cant beat that. I added a biscuit as well. I am able to devour 4 pieces with relative ease, and leave 2 pieces for later on if I so chose.
I think about perhaps taking in a movie. It seems like a nice enough day to stay outside, but I know I would grow a bit bored or tired if I didn't do anything but drive around or sit in a park. I want to keep myself busy and my day filled up. After all what do I have to look forward to?
I guess I will direct some words towards Jamo. Jamo., where are you? I have been waiting a week and a half for you to say something. And so far you have not said a word. I grow weary and impatient. You are the world champion, start acting like it. You should not be waiting for me or anyone to say a word, it should be on you to speak first, speak second, speak last. Speak. You are acting like a rookie waiting for your opponent to spoon feed you your words.
If that is the case then you better go to church on Sunday and pray to god that I take some mercy on you. I will be relentless, I have always been relentless. I do not stay silent. Ask around, I am stronger than most would care to admit. So called friends stood by me but it was all false. They were no friends of mine and now they sit alone in cyberspace wondering where it all went wrong? Well it went wrong when you chose outsiders over the true hearts of SFT.
And that my dear Jamo. is what I am. I am the true heart of SFT. Truer than most. People like to say they bleed SFT or bled for SFT. Bullshit. SFT never asked for your blood. SFT asked that you stood up for it, that you spoke for it, that you stand true to its history and its will. And when things got messy they sat and let others take the reigns. Weakness is something I am not. I will never be weak. I take the lead because that is how I stand for SFT. I don't ask for forgiveness. I don't take forgiveness. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I am Saint Jude. Patron Saint of lost causes. And that was what SFT was for so long. A home of misfits and lost causes but we found each other. Some called us The Wall, lesser ones called us the inner circle. But none of them really knew. In the end it was those of us with voices and whispers that made SFT live. And we never let it die.
So this goes out to you Jamo. and the rest who secretly wish SFT would fold and die so they could justify their own decisions and there of lack of. You are weak, you are all weak. I am not. My friends are not. We hold true to who we are. We do not act differently with different sets of people. We don't turn our backs on friends and home in order to keep the so called peace. I am who I am, and that is enough. I don't pretend to be anything other than me, same goes for my friends, my real friends. I don't care about be socially correct, or being politically correct, I don't care about fun and not rocking the boat. I am an adult, middle aged almost, and I don't give a rats behind about kids who adults who don't have the backbone to speak freely or speak true. I don't have time for weakness or men who wait till the last second to speak, when the fact is you shouldn't be shutting up at all, not for one minute. Got that Jamo. I hope you do. I wont repeat this again.
Goodluck to you Jamo, and be sure to say your prayers, trust me God does listen.
......Fade….to…..Darkness…...
