Post by Joey on Dec 26, 2017 15:38:46 GMT -5
I am the last.
The scene is Billicks, New Jersey. I came here as a child with my father. I remember eating a cheeseburger inside a Woolworth. They had a diner inside near the pharmacy. We sat the front, on a swivel chair, old timey place to be sure. The lady who served us had pointy glasses, you know the type that are pointy at the end, makes them look cartoonish. I don't remember her name. She probably died long ago. We met a man there, my father spoke to him quietly as adults do. The man said yes and handed my father an envelope and he left.
My father turned to me and said. “Being the last pays off son, some think being first means you win, but not always. Remember that son.”
My father was the oldest in a family of 5. My grandfather didn't have much in life, but he had a small property in Bizmark, North Dakota. It was maybe 20 acres, not worth a lot, but still a few pennies is a few pennies as my father used to say. So before my grandfather died he said that in order to avoid fighting that the property should go to the last surviving member of the immediate family, that meant that the last of the 5 siblings would inherit the property.
2 years after my grandfather passed away, 2 of my uncles died in Vietnam. Uncle Daniel and Uncle Joel. A few years later my aunt Sonia died giving childbirth, my cousin died during birth as well. God took them both. And finally my uncle Thomas died in a car accident while coming home from the 5 and dime. And like that my father inherited the land and he had just sold it just now to this man inside the Woolworth diner for 6000 dollars. Back then that was quite a nice penny.
And so I come back full circle. I was the first. I came to SFW as one of Legion’s disciples. I was one of his dark priests, so I arrived back in 1996. I was one of the firsts and now 20 years later, I am still here. And I will be the last. Just like my father before me and his father before him. We outlast the world, and we live on, one way or another.
(I wander down Jornel Blvd down to where Woolworth used to be, now its a thrift store, not far off from what Woolworth was. And as I peak through the window I keep expecting to the see waitress who used to work there, but of course I don't, I see a teenager trying not to cry at how miserable her life is, one can almost read her mind “I should of gone to college” is what is in her mind. Should of, could of, no use crying over spilt milk.)
Being first here came me advantage, it allowed me to take the mantle of one of first born sons here. And the benefit of being the last, lets me see the world end all by myself. Seeing the world come to its final few moments, wouldn't that be a beautiful sight? And that is where I stand. I stand in front of the gods of the past and whisper, “yeah that's right I am the last son”.
I have seen so much, and lost so much. I wonder if there would be anything left of me at this point? But I know the answer. Yes I am have some fire left. So much so I can destroy those few left and remind them, I am the last. I am the last! I am the last!
The past doesn't deserve to be forgotten. NO, it does not. But the past is just that the past. We honor it, we do not relive it.
(I walk past the old Woolworth and decided New Jersey has an old smell, I think its time I took my leave, it was a waste of time coming here, just so that remember my father selling his legacy?)
Nothing in this life can be taken or bought, it is either yours or not. DO YOU HEAR ME? Trust is a fickle thing. I was entrusted with SFT. SFT was not given to me, I did not buy it, nor take it. I was entrusted with it. And I entrusted others, and that trust was broken, and till you realize that, you will never find your way back home. Hear that?!
As for you Jack my boy. How long have we known each other? Ever since you were a young pup, and the dust settled and there you are boy, still standing. Proud of you. I know I never said it, but I am proud of you. If I had a son, id want him to be just like you. You put up a fight every time a fight was needed. You never turned tail, you never backed down. You knew right from wrong and never changed. A lot of people could learn a thing or two from you. Cause you value family and loyalty, and son those two things will take you heaven but detour through hell and you and I both know what that means. In the end we will always pay the highest price, lose the ones we love, and yet we wont back away, we wont bite our tongues, we hate and we love and we are true to ourselves, and no one can ask for more than that.
But Jack you got to remember one thing. In the end, in our end, I am the last. I will always be the last and when the end does arrive, you cant be with me, its mine alone.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
The scene is Billicks, New Jersey. I came here as a child with my father. I remember eating a cheeseburger inside a Woolworth. They had a diner inside near the pharmacy. We sat the front, on a swivel chair, old timey place to be sure. The lady who served us had pointy glasses, you know the type that are pointy at the end, makes them look cartoonish. I don't remember her name. She probably died long ago. We met a man there, my father spoke to him quietly as adults do. The man said yes and handed my father an envelope and he left.
My father turned to me and said. “Being the last pays off son, some think being first means you win, but not always. Remember that son.”
My father was the oldest in a family of 5. My grandfather didn't have much in life, but he had a small property in Bizmark, North Dakota. It was maybe 20 acres, not worth a lot, but still a few pennies is a few pennies as my father used to say. So before my grandfather died he said that in order to avoid fighting that the property should go to the last surviving member of the immediate family, that meant that the last of the 5 siblings would inherit the property.
2 years after my grandfather passed away, 2 of my uncles died in Vietnam. Uncle Daniel and Uncle Joel. A few years later my aunt Sonia died giving childbirth, my cousin died during birth as well. God took them both. And finally my uncle Thomas died in a car accident while coming home from the 5 and dime. And like that my father inherited the land and he had just sold it just now to this man inside the Woolworth diner for 6000 dollars. Back then that was quite a nice penny.
And so I come back full circle. I was the first. I came to SFW as one of Legion’s disciples. I was one of his dark priests, so I arrived back in 1996. I was one of the firsts and now 20 years later, I am still here. And I will be the last. Just like my father before me and his father before him. We outlast the world, and we live on, one way or another.
(I wander down Jornel Blvd down to where Woolworth used to be, now its a thrift store, not far off from what Woolworth was. And as I peak through the window I keep expecting to the see waitress who used to work there, but of course I don't, I see a teenager trying not to cry at how miserable her life is, one can almost read her mind “I should of gone to college” is what is in her mind. Should of, could of, no use crying over spilt milk.)
Being first here came me advantage, it allowed me to take the mantle of one of first born sons here. And the benefit of being the last, lets me see the world end all by myself. Seeing the world come to its final few moments, wouldn't that be a beautiful sight? And that is where I stand. I stand in front of the gods of the past and whisper, “yeah that's right I am the last son”.
I have seen so much, and lost so much. I wonder if there would be anything left of me at this point? But I know the answer. Yes I am have some fire left. So much so I can destroy those few left and remind them, I am the last. I am the last! I am the last!
The past doesn't deserve to be forgotten. NO, it does not. But the past is just that the past. We honor it, we do not relive it.
(I walk past the old Woolworth and decided New Jersey has an old smell, I think its time I took my leave, it was a waste of time coming here, just so that remember my father selling his legacy?)
Nothing in this life can be taken or bought, it is either yours or not. DO YOU HEAR ME? Trust is a fickle thing. I was entrusted with SFT. SFT was not given to me, I did not buy it, nor take it. I was entrusted with it. And I entrusted others, and that trust was broken, and till you realize that, you will never find your way back home. Hear that?!
As for you Jack my boy. How long have we known each other? Ever since you were a young pup, and the dust settled and there you are boy, still standing. Proud of you. I know I never said it, but I am proud of you. If I had a son, id want him to be just like you. You put up a fight every time a fight was needed. You never turned tail, you never backed down. You knew right from wrong and never changed. A lot of people could learn a thing or two from you. Cause you value family and loyalty, and son those two things will take you heaven but detour through hell and you and I both know what that means. In the end we will always pay the highest price, lose the ones we love, and yet we wont back away, we wont bite our tongues, we hate and we love and we are true to ourselves, and no one can ask for more than that.
But Jack you got to remember one thing. In the end, in our end, I am the last. I will always be the last and when the end does arrive, you cant be with me, its mine alone.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
