Post by twilight on Apr 1, 2020 14:39:02 GMT -5
What would you do, if I sang out of tune?
Laugh? Cry? Walk out on me?
The year is 1964. The hippy movement was in full swing. My name was Johnathen. I was 14 living in Los Angeles with my parents. They were crop growers. They grew deep in the culture, there were always 2-3 women running around, 1-2 men, so I really didnt figure out who my mother and father was till I was 4. For a time I thought they were all my parents and they acted like it too. I had no sense of time, I was home schooled even back then they had that. No one had a calendar no one had a clock. Everyone just went about and lived and did what they pleased.
Now most would consider this a utopia and in a sense it was. But it was also chaotic. IN the summer of 1972, there was a fire in a barn near our home. It destroyed the entire place. The fire spread and consumed everything, and most everyone. I lost my parents, but remarkebly I survived. It was as if it were yesterday. And it was one of the few times I did not go on to Jeville.
I went into the foster care system for a while till I was of age. Then headed out on my own. Being an adult in the 80s was somewhat challenging. A new virus came of age then. It got into me and my fiance. She went first a year later so did I. And that was all she wrote.
Now the reason I bring up this story, this life, is that we all know exactly whats going on in the world today. A new virus has come again, taking hold and not caring who it takes, woman, man, child, grandparent. It does not care.
Not caring is a lot easier than caring. Because when you care, everything hurts. We feel loss more than anything. WE think ourselves to be an island, but none of us are. We are in this together. And only together can we overcome. I used to think I was cursed to live so many lives, but now I think I was lucky. So many only get to live the one life, that is all they are given and that is all there is. So you either get it right the first time, no 2nd chances.
But it seems some get 2nd chances or more, I know I do. So does Robert Saints. Robert is back, he is a rope, between ICW and SFT. That infamous tug of war that happened not to long ago. Robert pulled in both directions. Robert I think has no real allegiances. He goes where the matches are, he takes the money and goes. And thats good. He’s doing right by him and not much else can be asked. But for me, there is no middle ground. I care about SFT. I will do anything for it. Even if it hurts. Because caring hurts and I hurt as well.
I do not have a 2nd shot at this. Rumor has it whoever wins this match will get either an IC title shot at Jay Impact or a World Title shot at Emerson. Either way its goo. Either way we know whats going to happen. Either I win or Robert wins. And honestly I have never had much a problem with Robert Saints. I rememeber at Bad Abundance we got mad at Jamo for not telling ICW what we were capable of, had him just told him what Redd and Rumpke were gonna do who knows what might of happened. But Robert too, I mean you know what those two are, couldnt you have told ICW, “uh hey, its not a good idea facing SFT”. So either you dont care about ICW or a part of you wanted to see them get beaten down by Redd? Hahaha
Anyway I guess this is my shot, goodluck to you Robert, goodluck to us both.
Fade to light
Laugh? Cry? Walk out on me?
The year is 1964. The hippy movement was in full swing. My name was Johnathen. I was 14 living in Los Angeles with my parents. They were crop growers. They grew deep in the culture, there were always 2-3 women running around, 1-2 men, so I really didnt figure out who my mother and father was till I was 4. For a time I thought they were all my parents and they acted like it too. I had no sense of time, I was home schooled even back then they had that. No one had a calendar no one had a clock. Everyone just went about and lived and did what they pleased.
Now most would consider this a utopia and in a sense it was. But it was also chaotic. IN the summer of 1972, there was a fire in a barn near our home. It destroyed the entire place. The fire spread and consumed everything, and most everyone. I lost my parents, but remarkebly I survived. It was as if it were yesterday. And it was one of the few times I did not go on to Jeville.
I went into the foster care system for a while till I was of age. Then headed out on my own. Being an adult in the 80s was somewhat challenging. A new virus came of age then. It got into me and my fiance. She went first a year later so did I. And that was all she wrote.
Now the reason I bring up this story, this life, is that we all know exactly whats going on in the world today. A new virus has come again, taking hold and not caring who it takes, woman, man, child, grandparent. It does not care.
Not caring is a lot easier than caring. Because when you care, everything hurts. We feel loss more than anything. WE think ourselves to be an island, but none of us are. We are in this together. And only together can we overcome. I used to think I was cursed to live so many lives, but now I think I was lucky. So many only get to live the one life, that is all they are given and that is all there is. So you either get it right the first time, no 2nd chances.
But it seems some get 2nd chances or more, I know I do. So does Robert Saints. Robert is back, he is a rope, between ICW and SFT. That infamous tug of war that happened not to long ago. Robert pulled in both directions. Robert I think has no real allegiances. He goes where the matches are, he takes the money and goes. And thats good. He’s doing right by him and not much else can be asked. But for me, there is no middle ground. I care about SFT. I will do anything for it. Even if it hurts. Because caring hurts and I hurt as well.
I do not have a 2nd shot at this. Rumor has it whoever wins this match will get either an IC title shot at Jay Impact or a World Title shot at Emerson. Either way its goo. Either way we know whats going to happen. Either I win or Robert wins. And honestly I have never had much a problem with Robert Saints. I rememeber at Bad Abundance we got mad at Jamo for not telling ICW what we were capable of, had him just told him what Redd and Rumpke were gonna do who knows what might of happened. But Robert too, I mean you know what those two are, couldnt you have told ICW, “uh hey, its not a good idea facing SFT”. So either you dont care about ICW or a part of you wanted to see them get beaten down by Redd? Hahaha
Anyway I guess this is my shot, goodluck to you Robert, goodluck to us both.
Fade to light
