Post by louiscypher on Jan 22, 2018 13:13:26 GMT -5
Saturday Night in London. 8:15pm
Its funny how some places are defined by certain things. When I think of London. I think of beer. I think of Guiness. I think of people in a pub drinking so much that they know they wont be driving. These people walk to their local pubs, sometimes more than a mile. And they will drink till the place closes in the wee hours. And then they will either walk back home all the while laughing and talking or take a taxi home. These people for the most part will work hard all week, not really spend any money during their work week and then they will go all out on Saturday, eating what they want drinking as much as they want. Its almost like a new years eve celebration each and every Saturday night.
Myself? I have spent some time in these parts. I like to take in a game once in a while. I root for teams that dont have a huge following and thats why I like them. I like Hull City and West Bromwich Albion. That would be like rooting for The Cleveland Browns or the Buffalo Bills in the US.
And for a country that is built upon being progressive there still seems to be quite a lot of prejudice against colored people. All that hate and sin, how could I stay away? I love it here, its my kind of place.
9:25pm
The place is Little Bat Bar but I am thinking I maybe should have gone to The Rake or The Dove instead. There are lots of older folks here, playing some really bad music. Finally around 10pm and 4 Guinness’s later some younger people start to walking ranging from 25-30. Some of the women in the group go to the digital juke box and put on some Radiohead. Of course they did. What should I expect? And suddenly the place livens up. And as the night goes on, everyone starts to get lighthearted theres more laughter and more talk.
This is life.
But its not my life. If you were to look around in this place. I am the only one not smiling. The only one alone. The only one not laughing. And as night passes my seriousness begins to infect others. Some give me some looks as if why am I here if not to have a good time. But there no response. I am not here to have fun. I am in London to do one thing. And that is to claim the world title from one Emerson Embry.
He has one more week with the world title and then it is gone. And in my hands, I will paint it black. I will make it something more than what it is and what it was. And I will rule over SFT like the plague. I will infect and infest everything. And no one will know what to do. I will be more and make SFT less. I am everything, but only when I take the title. It must be done.
That is all for today.
Fade
Its funny how some places are defined by certain things. When I think of London. I think of beer. I think of Guiness. I think of people in a pub drinking so much that they know they wont be driving. These people walk to their local pubs, sometimes more than a mile. And they will drink till the place closes in the wee hours. And then they will either walk back home all the while laughing and talking or take a taxi home. These people for the most part will work hard all week, not really spend any money during their work week and then they will go all out on Saturday, eating what they want drinking as much as they want. Its almost like a new years eve celebration each and every Saturday night.
Myself? I have spent some time in these parts. I like to take in a game once in a while. I root for teams that dont have a huge following and thats why I like them. I like Hull City and West Bromwich Albion. That would be like rooting for The Cleveland Browns or the Buffalo Bills in the US.
And for a country that is built upon being progressive there still seems to be quite a lot of prejudice against colored people. All that hate and sin, how could I stay away? I love it here, its my kind of place.
9:25pm
The place is Little Bat Bar but I am thinking I maybe should have gone to The Rake or The Dove instead. There are lots of older folks here, playing some really bad music. Finally around 10pm and 4 Guinness’s later some younger people start to walking ranging from 25-30. Some of the women in the group go to the digital juke box and put on some Radiohead. Of course they did. What should I expect? And suddenly the place livens up. And as the night goes on, everyone starts to get lighthearted theres more laughter and more talk.
This is life.
But its not my life. If you were to look around in this place. I am the only one not smiling. The only one alone. The only one not laughing. And as night passes my seriousness begins to infect others. Some give me some looks as if why am I here if not to have a good time. But there no response. I am not here to have fun. I am in London to do one thing. And that is to claim the world title from one Emerson Embry.
He has one more week with the world title and then it is gone. And in my hands, I will paint it black. I will make it something more than what it is and what it was. And I will rule over SFT like the plague. I will infect and infest everything. And no one will know what to do. I will be more and make SFT less. I am everything, but only when I take the title. It must be done.
That is all for today.
Fade
