Post by Joey on Oct 11, 2018 18:04:20 GMT -5
There are memories in me that will not die. They will not fade. They will not be forgotten. And I feel cursed by them.
It is 3:44am. I turned off the TV at 11pm. And I have been staring a dark ceiling ever since then. At first I thought I noticed a spider crawling along the ceiling. I turned on the lights, it was not. Just a dirt devil, lint and dirt and whatever. I turned off the lights again. Feeling the light breeze from my fan on me. Summer is over but it is not yet winter, not yet completely cooled off. I look up at the ceiling again and this time I swear I see a scorpion going along the ceiling, I quickly get up and turn the lights back on and there is nothing in the ceiling, just shadows and lights playing tricks on me. This goes on for a half hour or so.
Its almost 5am and I am supposed to meet someone for breakfast at 9am. I text that person that I am sorry but I cant make it, hopefully they are not too angry. But at this point driving around in the morning with traffic on little to no sleep would be a mistake. I close my eyes again, I try to count sheep which is stupid, I try counting backwards and I get stuck. I turn the TV back on and there is plenty of good things to watch, that is the problem. I decide to turn off everything and try again. I close my eyes and I again try to go to sleep. I fail miserably. The story of my life right.
So I decided to open my email and find out who I am going to be facing next Titans. Turns out to be a cakewalk. I am facing 404 and Jamo. Both have become a joke. From what I hear 404 will be fired if he doesn't show up for this match and Jamo might be put on permanent leave. I guess the powers that be figure best way for me to get in ring form shape is to fight two hardcore brawlers. Yes I know all about those two.
Jamo is a hardcore legend, he lives for blood and violence. He even once captured the SFT world title. But since then he has simply lost his way. Well Jamo is about to meet me. And I will make him find his way again, even if its the last thing we do.
404 seems to be more like a woman. One person says one thing he doesn't like, and he throws a hissy fit. Pfft, such a female, and he likes to call himself hardcore? Puhlease, he’s as hardcore as Harry Potter. The man cannot be told anything, because he will jump around and whine and cry. Its sad. Sadder still that a grown man will react as he does. He lacks a thick, he lacks vision, and most of all he lacks focus. And in a place like this, he’s better off getting fired and going somewhere where people will tell him what he wants to hear. Because men like him only want to be told what they want to hear. Its pathetic, but not as pathetic as he is.
When I was little. My father would pinch me every time I said something stupid. He would tell me that was the only way to learn. He taught me I should think before I spoke. Taught me that lesson over and over again. If I got a bad grade in my report card, I had to explain to him why that happened. I was in first grade and I had to explain to him why I got a C in reading. I was 6 years old, I didn't read good, but trust me that didn't last long. He died before my 9th birthday. I didn't miss very much. But my mistakes were cut short after that. Jude had it worse. Much worse but that is his story to tell not mine. My father was a hard man. He did not make excuses for his miserable self, and he took no excuses from his son. I grew up to be a lot like him, sad to say.
I would never hurt a child, but when I see men acting like children, any respect or leniency that I might have towards them goes out the window. Men want to act like children then don't be surprised if you are disciplined like one too.
I am a sob. Never doubt that. I am miserable, hateful, spiteful, and I will use any chance I can to drag you miserable excuses for human beings with me to hell. Never doubt that.
I lay back down and close my eyes. Eventually I will sleep.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
It is 3:44am. I turned off the TV at 11pm. And I have been staring a dark ceiling ever since then. At first I thought I noticed a spider crawling along the ceiling. I turned on the lights, it was not. Just a dirt devil, lint and dirt and whatever. I turned off the lights again. Feeling the light breeze from my fan on me. Summer is over but it is not yet winter, not yet completely cooled off. I look up at the ceiling again and this time I swear I see a scorpion going along the ceiling, I quickly get up and turn the lights back on and there is nothing in the ceiling, just shadows and lights playing tricks on me. This goes on for a half hour or so.
Its almost 5am and I am supposed to meet someone for breakfast at 9am. I text that person that I am sorry but I cant make it, hopefully they are not too angry. But at this point driving around in the morning with traffic on little to no sleep would be a mistake. I close my eyes again, I try to count sheep which is stupid, I try counting backwards and I get stuck. I turn the TV back on and there is plenty of good things to watch, that is the problem. I decide to turn off everything and try again. I close my eyes and I again try to go to sleep. I fail miserably. The story of my life right.
So I decided to open my email and find out who I am going to be facing next Titans. Turns out to be a cakewalk. I am facing 404 and Jamo. Both have become a joke. From what I hear 404 will be fired if he doesn't show up for this match and Jamo might be put on permanent leave. I guess the powers that be figure best way for me to get in ring form shape is to fight two hardcore brawlers. Yes I know all about those two.
Jamo is a hardcore legend, he lives for blood and violence. He even once captured the SFT world title. But since then he has simply lost his way. Well Jamo is about to meet me. And I will make him find his way again, even if its the last thing we do.
404 seems to be more like a woman. One person says one thing he doesn't like, and he throws a hissy fit. Pfft, such a female, and he likes to call himself hardcore? Puhlease, he’s as hardcore as Harry Potter. The man cannot be told anything, because he will jump around and whine and cry. Its sad. Sadder still that a grown man will react as he does. He lacks a thick, he lacks vision, and most of all he lacks focus. And in a place like this, he’s better off getting fired and going somewhere where people will tell him what he wants to hear. Because men like him only want to be told what they want to hear. Its pathetic, but not as pathetic as he is.
When I was little. My father would pinch me every time I said something stupid. He would tell me that was the only way to learn. He taught me I should think before I spoke. Taught me that lesson over and over again. If I got a bad grade in my report card, I had to explain to him why that happened. I was in first grade and I had to explain to him why I got a C in reading. I was 6 years old, I didn't read good, but trust me that didn't last long. He died before my 9th birthday. I didn't miss very much. But my mistakes were cut short after that. Jude had it worse. Much worse but that is his story to tell not mine. My father was a hard man. He did not make excuses for his miserable self, and he took no excuses from his son. I grew up to be a lot like him, sad to say.
I would never hurt a child, but when I see men acting like children, any respect or leniency that I might have towards them goes out the window. Men want to act like children then don't be surprised if you are disciplined like one too.
I am a sob. Never doubt that. I am miserable, hateful, spiteful, and I will use any chance I can to drag you miserable excuses for human beings with me to hell. Never doubt that.
I lay back down and close my eyes. Eventually I will sleep.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
