Post by twilight on Jan 23, 2018 15:26:21 GMT -5
Lucas and Jackson Kent
In each of my lifetimes I have always had 3 things in common. I would die at an early age and I would end up in Jeville and I loved peanut butter. Strange I know. But there is something about peanut butter. Whether its creamy or crunchy, with jelly, jam or chocolate. Its always good and its a comfort food.
Everyone has had that at one point or another. They feel sad. They feel happy. They are worried and cant sleep. They cry or laugh, and find something to eat, for me its always been peanut butter, I even put it in ice cream, and yes its good that way too.
In 1971 I was 15. And my parents worked each worked 2 jobs and I rarely saw them. Most days I would get left a note in the kitchen that there was something to eat in the fridge or in the oven. Most nights I would stay in front of the TV and eat peanut butter. I was a bit of an outsider, no real friends to speak of. That life for me was kind of like a train station, and I was waiting for my train to the next life. Everything seemed a blur, school, after school, weekends. I was trapped in a life that I didn't understand. And slowly it was eating me up inside. I would talk to my parents but never really communicated with them. I was for all intensive purposes just a regular lays potato chip. No flavor, no thing, just plain.
So one day I wake up. Its 11am and I am sick and tired of everything. I find my savings I had hidden in a yearbook, 167 dollars. I pack some clothes, put my 3 jars of peanut butter and some water in a backpack and I am gone. I left one note on the table for my parents and it had one word “sorry”. And that was it. No one came looking for me. No search parties. Nothing. And I rode the rails from my home in Nebraska all the way to Oregon. I saw this great country of ours and met a lot of interesting people. Id do some odd work, clean gardens and some construction get a little money and move on. But I was still a plain potato chip.
One day I walking along the tracks in Texas, its a find cool March evening, with a hint of summer already in the air. I kick a large rock with my leg and a rattle snake pops out. Bit me twice in my right leg. I was alone and miles from any town. I walked as much as I could till the venom finally took me over, it must have been a young snake, because I died that night right by the tracks. My body would not be found for 2 days.
And that was that. I was not a hero, nor did something decent, I just got bit by a snake and passed on. No longer a plain chip. Now I was just gone.
The point of this story is simple. I have two opponents in Jackson and Balkan. And neither man seems the type to be anything but a plain chip like myself. Jackson and Lucas both have the talent to be more than they could be. But sometimes I don't think they have it in them. Jackson is content just getting by and that's ok, I know many like that. And Lucas well he has such anger in him, that it seems to consume him. He doesn't know about how to change his stars, he only cares about hurting everyone and anyone else, like a bulldozer and yet when have you ever seen a bulldozer that was colorful or meaningful? Such things do not exist.
I guess that is it for me. I am off to find some peanut butter and make my day a little more tolerable.
Fade to light
In each of my lifetimes I have always had 3 things in common. I would die at an early age and I would end up in Jeville and I loved peanut butter. Strange I know. But there is something about peanut butter. Whether its creamy or crunchy, with jelly, jam or chocolate. Its always good and its a comfort food.
Everyone has had that at one point or another. They feel sad. They feel happy. They are worried and cant sleep. They cry or laugh, and find something to eat, for me its always been peanut butter, I even put it in ice cream, and yes its good that way too.
In 1971 I was 15. And my parents worked each worked 2 jobs and I rarely saw them. Most days I would get left a note in the kitchen that there was something to eat in the fridge or in the oven. Most nights I would stay in front of the TV and eat peanut butter. I was a bit of an outsider, no real friends to speak of. That life for me was kind of like a train station, and I was waiting for my train to the next life. Everything seemed a blur, school, after school, weekends. I was trapped in a life that I didn't understand. And slowly it was eating me up inside. I would talk to my parents but never really communicated with them. I was for all intensive purposes just a regular lays potato chip. No flavor, no thing, just plain.
So one day I wake up. Its 11am and I am sick and tired of everything. I find my savings I had hidden in a yearbook, 167 dollars. I pack some clothes, put my 3 jars of peanut butter and some water in a backpack and I am gone. I left one note on the table for my parents and it had one word “sorry”. And that was it. No one came looking for me. No search parties. Nothing. And I rode the rails from my home in Nebraska all the way to Oregon. I saw this great country of ours and met a lot of interesting people. Id do some odd work, clean gardens and some construction get a little money and move on. But I was still a plain potato chip.
One day I walking along the tracks in Texas, its a find cool March evening, with a hint of summer already in the air. I kick a large rock with my leg and a rattle snake pops out. Bit me twice in my right leg. I was alone and miles from any town. I walked as much as I could till the venom finally took me over, it must have been a young snake, because I died that night right by the tracks. My body would not be found for 2 days.
And that was that. I was not a hero, nor did something decent, I just got bit by a snake and passed on. No longer a plain chip. Now I was just gone.
The point of this story is simple. I have two opponents in Jackson and Balkan. And neither man seems the type to be anything but a plain chip like myself. Jackson and Lucas both have the talent to be more than they could be. But sometimes I don't think they have it in them. Jackson is content just getting by and that's ok, I know many like that. And Lucas well he has such anger in him, that it seems to consume him. He doesn't know about how to change his stars, he only cares about hurting everyone and anyone else, like a bulldozer and yet when have you ever seen a bulldozer that was colorful or meaningful? Such things do not exist.
I guess that is it for me. I am off to find some peanut butter and make my day a little more tolerable.
Fade to light
