Post by Emerson on Apr 5, 2017 10:21:53 GMT -5
Tired.
The scene is South Padre Island. Spring break is over thankfully. All the teenagers have left. And it feels as no one was ever here. There are a few washed up jelly fish on the beach, like drunks asleep on the beach after a huge bender. But unlike the drunks, these jelly fish will never wake up. Deflated and pruned.
But with the aftermath comes new life. As I walk on the beach I see some people surf fishing, some on the piers fishing, some people walking the beach collecting shells and just spot watching. And its nice to see the true lovers of this area still on. Yet there is still that lingering memory of what was. Empty bottles and cans littered all along the beach, discarded banners and tables. But that wont last, soon enough and as soon as now we see people collecting the cans and bottles, recyclers in search of a few extra bucks.
Some look down upon these people but without them we wouldn’t have clean streets and beaches. Yes they make a buck or two, but half of them do it because they want to help keep their communities clean not to make a living off of it. No matter their reasons, we need them, we need them more than most would care to admit.
And I guess that is me. I am the clean up guy in SFT. The ones everyone falls back on to beat up, get a nice win on their resume and show just how good they are.
Emerson kicks a Jellyfish that wraps around his tennis show wanting to sting him. But the plastic prevents it and he uses a stick to untie the jelly and keeps walking.
“But every now and then, the dead jellyfish isn’t quite dead yet, and if you are not careful it will sting you, burn you, hurt you. And that is exactly what is about to happen to Robert Saints. You have been involved in the upper echelon of matches, you were our first IC champion upon our reemergence. You have fought Glenn Owen, and now you are reduced to fighting me, someone you probably don’t take seriously and sure as hell don’t see as a threat.”
Emerson smiles.
“But you should. You should, but its OK if you don’t. I will just have to show you my way, sting you like a jellyfish. Show you that I am to be taken seriously. And if you don’t, then oh well. Good luck to you Robert. You will need it, heck we will both need it.”
And with that said.
Fade to black.
The scene is South Padre Island. Spring break is over thankfully. All the teenagers have left. And it feels as no one was ever here. There are a few washed up jelly fish on the beach, like drunks asleep on the beach after a huge bender. But unlike the drunks, these jelly fish will never wake up. Deflated and pruned.
But with the aftermath comes new life. As I walk on the beach I see some people surf fishing, some on the piers fishing, some people walking the beach collecting shells and just spot watching. And its nice to see the true lovers of this area still on. Yet there is still that lingering memory of what was. Empty bottles and cans littered all along the beach, discarded banners and tables. But that wont last, soon enough and as soon as now we see people collecting the cans and bottles, recyclers in search of a few extra bucks.
Some look down upon these people but without them we wouldn’t have clean streets and beaches. Yes they make a buck or two, but half of them do it because they want to help keep their communities clean not to make a living off of it. No matter their reasons, we need them, we need them more than most would care to admit.
And I guess that is me. I am the clean up guy in SFT. The ones everyone falls back on to beat up, get a nice win on their resume and show just how good they are.
Emerson kicks a Jellyfish that wraps around his tennis show wanting to sting him. But the plastic prevents it and he uses a stick to untie the jelly and keeps walking.
“But every now and then, the dead jellyfish isn’t quite dead yet, and if you are not careful it will sting you, burn you, hurt you. And that is exactly what is about to happen to Robert Saints. You have been involved in the upper echelon of matches, you were our first IC champion upon our reemergence. You have fought Glenn Owen, and now you are reduced to fighting me, someone you probably don’t take seriously and sure as hell don’t see as a threat.”
Emerson smiles.
“But you should. You should, but its OK if you don’t. I will just have to show you my way, sting you like a jellyfish. Show you that I am to be taken seriously. And if you don’t, then oh well. Good luck to you Robert. You will need it, heck we will both need it.”
And with that said.
Fade to black.
