Post by Joey on Oct 25, 2019 14:51:17 GMT -5
There is darkness in this world that cannot be contained. It flows through me like blood, like ink in my veins, blackest ink. It is a virus. And I do not want to infect the world. Though I fear it is inevitable.
The world is falling apart. Falling all around me. I am not Atlas, Not Shadow, Not a hero, just a villain. And I will always be that.
The scene is New Hampshire. Winter has arrived and its dipping into the 30’s again. My fingers are feeling extremely frozen like fishsticks on my hands or unshared frozen nuggets. And as the night begins to dwindle so will the temperatures getting below freezing.
I am sitting in my room at the Overlook Motel. History lives here. Good and bad. I sit in front of the fireplace, yes this place has a fireplace. Most rooms do. I have always found that some what of a safety hazard but that is how it is. I hear the wood crackling and billowing. As embers float through the air gently. I can smell the sweet faint taste of the oak logs burning. It makes my appetite grow, I use the phone in the room picking up the receiver with my left hand and dialing 0 on the old rotary phone after a few seconds a young woman answers asking how she can help me. I ask if there is room service she says yes. I order a BLT extra mayo and some sour cream and onion potato chips she says it will be in my room in 20 minutes which is fine by me.
I hang up the receiver with my left hand and go back to the leather sofa near the fireplace. I let myself drift deep within my own thoughts. Dancing with ghosts, laughing with shadows and spirits. Missing all that I was and all that I am.
Time seems to get away from me and before I know it there is a knock at my door, it brings me hurtling back to the here and now. I get up quicker than most would guess. And I am the door not more than 2 seconds after the knock. As I open the door knob with my left hand and twist the door open there is a young woman in front of me in some sort of weird uniform. I would gather it belongs to the hotel. She is no more than 22 maybe 23. She has glasses that make her eyes bigger than they should be but she is not unattractive by any means. Her hair is unkempt with a bit of green dye still showing some color.
She has a plastic tray with a plastic covering what I assume is my sandwich. I point where to leave the tray which is the one man table on the other end of the room. She almost drops the plate but composes herself. She apologizes, but I just wave my hand letting her know that is unnecessary. “I know you” she says. I reply “No you do not”.
She smiles at me shyly. “Yes I do, you’re famous, you’re on TV. “
“Being on TV does not make you famous” I retort. “Nor does it make you a decent human being. Do not confuse either with me.
She burrows her brow not really understanding. She walks over to me and says “I'm off in 30 minutes, how bout I bring up a bottle and we hang out?”
This does bring a smile to my face as I say “you are very sweet my girl but I am old enough to be your father.”
She smiles, “My name is Jessica, if you change your mind I am downstairs almost everyday from 11am to 9pm.
I hand her 20 dollars and tell her to keep the change, she winks at me and walks away.
And old fart like me with so many problems would only end up messing her up more than she already is. Better she left.
And so I find myself sitting at a small dinner table eating a BLT out of a hospital tray in a state that I hate in weather that I despise and yet I am still smiling. Misery does infact like company.
And so that brings me to Jackson Kent and Jack Jones. Two nice enough young men, hell maybe I could introduce one of them to Jessica. I do not know if Jackson is married, he might be, but I know Jack is single. And honestly I do not feel like facing either of them in this match. But SFT needs bodies. It needs help, and I am doing what I can to help. I do not know if the cavalry is on its way or not. But I will hold the fort for as long as I can, till I cannot anymore. Till my last breath, my last curse word.
I am tired and Jackson and Jack should not be as tired as me. They are young, they have futures ahead of them. And I am but a small blip on their screens. And I am fine with that. This is a young mans world, old forgotten people deserve to be forgotten.
I dig into my sandwich and forget the night.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…..
The world is falling apart. Falling all around me. I am not Atlas, Not Shadow, Not a hero, just a villain. And I will always be that.
The scene is New Hampshire. Winter has arrived and its dipping into the 30’s again. My fingers are feeling extremely frozen like fishsticks on my hands or unshared frozen nuggets. And as the night begins to dwindle so will the temperatures getting below freezing.
I am sitting in my room at the Overlook Motel. History lives here. Good and bad. I sit in front of the fireplace, yes this place has a fireplace. Most rooms do. I have always found that some what of a safety hazard but that is how it is. I hear the wood crackling and billowing. As embers float through the air gently. I can smell the sweet faint taste of the oak logs burning. It makes my appetite grow, I use the phone in the room picking up the receiver with my left hand and dialing 0 on the old rotary phone after a few seconds a young woman answers asking how she can help me. I ask if there is room service she says yes. I order a BLT extra mayo and some sour cream and onion potato chips she says it will be in my room in 20 minutes which is fine by me.
I hang up the receiver with my left hand and go back to the leather sofa near the fireplace. I let myself drift deep within my own thoughts. Dancing with ghosts, laughing with shadows and spirits. Missing all that I was and all that I am.
Time seems to get away from me and before I know it there is a knock at my door, it brings me hurtling back to the here and now. I get up quicker than most would guess. And I am the door not more than 2 seconds after the knock. As I open the door knob with my left hand and twist the door open there is a young woman in front of me in some sort of weird uniform. I would gather it belongs to the hotel. She is no more than 22 maybe 23. She has glasses that make her eyes bigger than they should be but she is not unattractive by any means. Her hair is unkempt with a bit of green dye still showing some color.
She has a plastic tray with a plastic covering what I assume is my sandwich. I point where to leave the tray which is the one man table on the other end of the room. She almost drops the plate but composes herself. She apologizes, but I just wave my hand letting her know that is unnecessary. “I know you” she says. I reply “No you do not”.
She smiles at me shyly. “Yes I do, you’re famous, you’re on TV. “
“Being on TV does not make you famous” I retort. “Nor does it make you a decent human being. Do not confuse either with me.
She burrows her brow not really understanding. She walks over to me and says “I'm off in 30 minutes, how bout I bring up a bottle and we hang out?”
This does bring a smile to my face as I say “you are very sweet my girl but I am old enough to be your father.”
She smiles, “My name is Jessica, if you change your mind I am downstairs almost everyday from 11am to 9pm.
I hand her 20 dollars and tell her to keep the change, she winks at me and walks away.
And old fart like me with so many problems would only end up messing her up more than she already is. Better she left.
And so I find myself sitting at a small dinner table eating a BLT out of a hospital tray in a state that I hate in weather that I despise and yet I am still smiling. Misery does infact like company.
And so that brings me to Jackson Kent and Jack Jones. Two nice enough young men, hell maybe I could introduce one of them to Jessica. I do not know if Jackson is married, he might be, but I know Jack is single. And honestly I do not feel like facing either of them in this match. But SFT needs bodies. It needs help, and I am doing what I can to help. I do not know if the cavalry is on its way or not. But I will hold the fort for as long as I can, till I cannot anymore. Till my last breath, my last curse word.
I am tired and Jackson and Jack should not be as tired as me. They are young, they have futures ahead of them. And I am but a small blip on their screens. And I am fine with that. This is a young mans world, old forgotten people deserve to be forgotten.
I dig into my sandwich and forget the night.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…..
