Post by twilight on Nov 15, 2017 14:13:39 GMT -5
I am the monster which hides within each of us.
This is dedicated to one man who knew words and knew feelings like no other.
And my words will be told in Shadow Fantasy Towers.
Long ago before the turn of the century. My name was Jakob. Jakob with a K. I was 9 years old at this time, the year was 1929. Everyone was entranced with Babe Ruth, he was taking the New York Yankees into places few ever knew. He was winning world championships. And that kept some from understanding that the stock market had crashed and we were beginning the start of the Great Depression.
It was a hard time to live. People were displaced and wandering all over the country looking for work, looking for any place to try and ride out the depression. People were on the verge of starvation.
It was a hard life.
We lived in Nebraska at the time, my father worked as a ranch hand at the time, but like so many others, the rancher lost everything, lost his land, and we had to move on. After 6 months of drifting we ended up in a camp in California, my father would find day work on the piers and my mother would do sewing in a factory, they got paid less than a dollar a day. But somehow they managed to pay the rent and keep a little food on our tables. Bread and cold cuts mostly but it was fine. My sister and I understood what they were going through and so we didn't complain. We kept quiet and tried not to get in the way.
But one day we woke up. And father and mother were gone. They were gone. They just packed up a little for themselves and they left. Without us. I think in their minds they were doing us a favor. Hoping the state or whoever would take us in and house us and feed us. Problem was no one came. The camp owners adv us to go to town and talk to the sheriff. But along the way we found other children, others left behind just like us. Anywhere from 5 year olds to 18 year olds. So we stayed with them. My sister cried often, especially at night, she missed my mother. As for me I grew bitter, and angry.
We lived in the woods. There were may 35-40 kids altogether. Food was hard to come by, mostly we tried to get fish from the small river nearby or tried hunting but it wasn't near enough. The authorities new where all of us where but no one came for us, no one cared, everyone was trying to get by. And most were failing.
I made sure my sister ate. Though I missed most days. I ate every other day or so. I had made friend with Susie, she was 14. I made her promise that if something happened to me she would look out for my sister, she promised. I had begun to get sick from malnutrition. But I made sure my sister ate once a day, till one day I fell asleep and I didn't wake up again, till I was back in Jeville. From one hell to another.
So when I hear Rumpke tell his tale of self destruction I wonder what the point is? Have a little fun before you die? Really? Who the hell drinks in the morning? Is your name really Sheryll Crow and all you want to do is have a little fun? Drinking beer on a Tuesday while the good people of the world work?
If you ask me, it sounds like you never grew up. You got stuck in a rut some years back doing the same thing everyday that eventually everyone else grew out of it and moved on with their lives but you’re still calling everyone asking if there's a kegger on the weekend? Wondering whose drinking where and what can you bring? Basically Rumpke you are partying too much and its killing you. Your liver has to be suffering for sure. You losing family wives children, everything for the drink. Really? Are you a character in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?
Grow up. Stop with all the drinking, don't give me that bs that you cant, that you tried, that its not you once you start drinking. Its always you, you drink because you want to. You don't stop because you don't want to. You are destroying yourself because you want to.
At least you have had the decency not to blame your drinking on others. There is more to life than what you know. Problem is until you go out there and try other things you will always be stuck in the same rut. Always getting by just barely. Existing is not the same as living.
My parents abandoned my sister and I. They justified it as for the better of us. How do you justify your life? When you sleep at night knowing you waste away a life? I thought you were better Rumpke but I feel sorry for you now and I hate that, because you don't deserve pity. Go to Jeville for a while and maybe then you might value your life a little bit more.
I don't know of the demons you battle every day, nor do I wish to know. I cant understand your life simply because of a few words you say, I don't want to judge you but you make it very hard not to. You only get one life Rumpke and it seems like you are wasting it.
Fade to light
This is dedicated to one man who knew words and knew feelings like no other.
And my words will be told in Shadow Fantasy Towers.
Long ago before the turn of the century. My name was Jakob. Jakob with a K. I was 9 years old at this time, the year was 1929. Everyone was entranced with Babe Ruth, he was taking the New York Yankees into places few ever knew. He was winning world championships. And that kept some from understanding that the stock market had crashed and we were beginning the start of the Great Depression.
It was a hard time to live. People were displaced and wandering all over the country looking for work, looking for any place to try and ride out the depression. People were on the verge of starvation.
It was a hard life.
We lived in Nebraska at the time, my father worked as a ranch hand at the time, but like so many others, the rancher lost everything, lost his land, and we had to move on. After 6 months of drifting we ended up in a camp in California, my father would find day work on the piers and my mother would do sewing in a factory, they got paid less than a dollar a day. But somehow they managed to pay the rent and keep a little food on our tables. Bread and cold cuts mostly but it was fine. My sister and I understood what they were going through and so we didn't complain. We kept quiet and tried not to get in the way.
But one day we woke up. And father and mother were gone. They were gone. They just packed up a little for themselves and they left. Without us. I think in their minds they were doing us a favor. Hoping the state or whoever would take us in and house us and feed us. Problem was no one came. The camp owners adv us to go to town and talk to the sheriff. But along the way we found other children, others left behind just like us. Anywhere from 5 year olds to 18 year olds. So we stayed with them. My sister cried often, especially at night, she missed my mother. As for me I grew bitter, and angry.
We lived in the woods. There were may 35-40 kids altogether. Food was hard to come by, mostly we tried to get fish from the small river nearby or tried hunting but it wasn't near enough. The authorities new where all of us where but no one came for us, no one cared, everyone was trying to get by. And most were failing.
I made sure my sister ate. Though I missed most days. I ate every other day or so. I had made friend with Susie, she was 14. I made her promise that if something happened to me she would look out for my sister, she promised. I had begun to get sick from malnutrition. But I made sure my sister ate once a day, till one day I fell asleep and I didn't wake up again, till I was back in Jeville. From one hell to another.
So when I hear Rumpke tell his tale of self destruction I wonder what the point is? Have a little fun before you die? Really? Who the hell drinks in the morning? Is your name really Sheryll Crow and all you want to do is have a little fun? Drinking beer on a Tuesday while the good people of the world work?
If you ask me, it sounds like you never grew up. You got stuck in a rut some years back doing the same thing everyday that eventually everyone else grew out of it and moved on with their lives but you’re still calling everyone asking if there's a kegger on the weekend? Wondering whose drinking where and what can you bring? Basically Rumpke you are partying too much and its killing you. Your liver has to be suffering for sure. You losing family wives children, everything for the drink. Really? Are you a character in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?
Grow up. Stop with all the drinking, don't give me that bs that you cant, that you tried, that its not you once you start drinking. Its always you, you drink because you want to. You don't stop because you don't want to. You are destroying yourself because you want to.
At least you have had the decency not to blame your drinking on others. There is more to life than what you know. Problem is until you go out there and try other things you will always be stuck in the same rut. Always getting by just barely. Existing is not the same as living.
My parents abandoned my sister and I. They justified it as for the better of us. How do you justify your life? When you sleep at night knowing you waste away a life? I thought you were better Rumpke but I feel sorry for you now and I hate that, because you don't deserve pity. Go to Jeville for a while and maybe then you might value your life a little bit more.
I don't know of the demons you battle every day, nor do I wish to know. I cant understand your life simply because of a few words you say, I don't want to judge you but you make it very hard not to. You only get one life Rumpke and it seems like you are wasting it.
Fade to light
