Post by Joey on Nov 27, 2019 18:56:17 GMT -5
I am the end of everything. This is the end of everything.
The scene is The Alamo in San Antonio. 257 men mostly Texans died defending The Alamo. If you were to look at the Alamo and take a really close look it isn't much at all. The size of a large house really. But they kept Santa Ana at bay for longer than most would have been able to. Some say Sam Houston secretly lived and was told by Santa Ana to leave, to never be seen or heard from again and some say he left, went to live in the state of Portland and lived a hermits life in the woods. That is just one theory others say he died with the rest in The Alamo.
The reason I bring this up is that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I have never been one to celebrate many holidays. I never saw the need. Families were outdated and really now I am alone again. My brothers long gone, Jude went the way of the settlers and disappeared in the west and Shadow, well we know where Shadow is. His ashes laying at the bottom of the gulf of Mexico. Along with his father before him and pretty soon one day even me.
So suffice to say I do not care much about Thanksgiving or Christmas. That is usually the way it is for people like me.
Redd walks away from The Alamo and walks to his 2015 black Cadillac. He opens the car with the remote from his key chain. The car automatically turns on as he enters and sits down. He puts his hands on the wheel thinking where to go? For a moment he entertains going to Six Flags maybe seeing happy people and families might bring him out of his funk. But he chooses not to. He decides to drive around for a while. While in a bad part of town someone walks up to his driver side and asks him if he wants to buy anything showing his merchandise.
Redd smiles and rolls down his window he says but “There used to be a guy who lived round here named Tobias some called him though that wasn't his real name, some called him Locotown.”
Guy says “What you want with that fool? You gonna get yourself hurt ese”
Redd: Let me worry about that.
Guy: you the one who is loco, but whatever, just drive down to the dead end white house on the left.
Redd takes out a hundred dollar bill and gives it to the guy. Redd says “Thank you”
Guy: That is what I am talking about my man, everyone here calls me Ogi. (big smile on Ogi’s face) yo you need anything you know where I’ll be. I got your back homes!
Redd nods as Ogi and drives down the block.
Redd drives up as 3 men are sitting on lawn chairs outside. Redd opens his car door with his left hand and gets up.
We can hear Ogi in the background calling to other people that there's gonna be a fight. 2 of the men approach Redd but the one left behind calls to them.
“Stop stop, let him through, you don't want to mess with that crazy gringo trust me on that.”
The man from the back moves forward center, as he nears Redd they hug.
Redd: Hello Lobo.
Lobo: orale, that is the name you use, you can call me by my birth name, call me Oscar, you earned it homes.
(end of part 1)
So Twilight wants to come out and play. Good. I am glad. If I have never said it before I proud of you. You have been with me step by step for years. You earned your right, every right to voice your opinion. To judge me.
But like I told someone else last night. I am tired. I am worn out. I don't know how long I have it in me to keep doing this. So yeah maybe I’ll take your advice and go off into the winds and just rest till I cant rest anymore. I am tired of all this. I am tired of being tired. I am tired of feeling alone on these late days and even later nights. I used to be able to walk to the ring and opponents would tremble. Now I got everyone telling me I no longer have what it takes. What is wrong with that? Did you expect me to live forever and be great forever? We all decline as we get older, I am 43 years old about to turn 44 in January. I am been doing this since SFW began in 1996. I was a kid then I am not a kid now. I don't have to be great anymore, because I am not. I have not been great in a long time. But give me enough rest and give me a chance to catch my breath I can be divine for a moment and a moment is all I can get these days.
I am tired of living to the expectations of others. I have proven myself over and over and over again, fought for this place when others felt it was easier to walk away. If one day I decide its time to rest for good, I think I have earned it. But it will be my decision not yours, not Glenn’s, not Rumpke who thinks I am still some great wrestler. I am a has been, and I am OK with that. I had my moment in the light, and I am fine being in the dark now and coming out once a month. I don't have to prove myself to the likes of Louis Cypher or all those little eyes peering every day from the darkness, Big T and Nirvana and Gust all watching waiting for me to implode and give up so they can be proven right. That I am not good at this. Keep waiting. You will have a long wait.
Fade to Darkness
The scene is The Alamo in San Antonio. 257 men mostly Texans died defending The Alamo. If you were to look at the Alamo and take a really close look it isn't much at all. The size of a large house really. But they kept Santa Ana at bay for longer than most would have been able to. Some say Sam Houston secretly lived and was told by Santa Ana to leave, to never be seen or heard from again and some say he left, went to live in the state of Portland and lived a hermits life in the woods. That is just one theory others say he died with the rest in The Alamo.
The reason I bring this up is that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I have never been one to celebrate many holidays. I never saw the need. Families were outdated and really now I am alone again. My brothers long gone, Jude went the way of the settlers and disappeared in the west and Shadow, well we know where Shadow is. His ashes laying at the bottom of the gulf of Mexico. Along with his father before him and pretty soon one day even me.
So suffice to say I do not care much about Thanksgiving or Christmas. That is usually the way it is for people like me.
Redd walks away from The Alamo and walks to his 2015 black Cadillac. He opens the car with the remote from his key chain. The car automatically turns on as he enters and sits down. He puts his hands on the wheel thinking where to go? For a moment he entertains going to Six Flags maybe seeing happy people and families might bring him out of his funk. But he chooses not to. He decides to drive around for a while. While in a bad part of town someone walks up to his driver side and asks him if he wants to buy anything showing his merchandise.
Redd smiles and rolls down his window he says but “There used to be a guy who lived round here named Tobias some called him though that wasn't his real name, some called him Locotown.”
Guy says “What you want with that fool? You gonna get yourself hurt ese”
Redd: Let me worry about that.
Guy: you the one who is loco, but whatever, just drive down to the dead end white house on the left.
Redd takes out a hundred dollar bill and gives it to the guy. Redd says “Thank you”
Guy: That is what I am talking about my man, everyone here calls me Ogi. (big smile on Ogi’s face) yo you need anything you know where I’ll be. I got your back homes!
Redd nods as Ogi and drives down the block.
Redd drives up as 3 men are sitting on lawn chairs outside. Redd opens his car door with his left hand and gets up.
We can hear Ogi in the background calling to other people that there's gonna be a fight. 2 of the men approach Redd but the one left behind calls to them.
“Stop stop, let him through, you don't want to mess with that crazy gringo trust me on that.”
The man from the back moves forward center, as he nears Redd they hug.
Redd: Hello Lobo.
Lobo: orale, that is the name you use, you can call me by my birth name, call me Oscar, you earned it homes.
(end of part 1)
So Twilight wants to come out and play. Good. I am glad. If I have never said it before I proud of you. You have been with me step by step for years. You earned your right, every right to voice your opinion. To judge me.
But like I told someone else last night. I am tired. I am worn out. I don't know how long I have it in me to keep doing this. So yeah maybe I’ll take your advice and go off into the winds and just rest till I cant rest anymore. I am tired of all this. I am tired of being tired. I am tired of feeling alone on these late days and even later nights. I used to be able to walk to the ring and opponents would tremble. Now I got everyone telling me I no longer have what it takes. What is wrong with that? Did you expect me to live forever and be great forever? We all decline as we get older, I am 43 years old about to turn 44 in January. I am been doing this since SFW began in 1996. I was a kid then I am not a kid now. I don't have to be great anymore, because I am not. I have not been great in a long time. But give me enough rest and give me a chance to catch my breath I can be divine for a moment and a moment is all I can get these days.
I am tired of living to the expectations of others. I have proven myself over and over and over again, fought for this place when others felt it was easier to walk away. If one day I decide its time to rest for good, I think I have earned it. But it will be my decision not yours, not Glenn’s, not Rumpke who thinks I am still some great wrestler. I am a has been, and I am OK with that. I had my moment in the light, and I am fine being in the dark now and coming out once a month. I don't have to prove myself to the likes of Louis Cypher or all those little eyes peering every day from the darkness, Big T and Nirvana and Gust all watching waiting for me to implode and give up so they can be proven right. That I am not good at this. Keep waiting. You will have a long wait.
Fade to Darkness
