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...I mean really huge. More like a really really huge
chip. You could say I was all revved up with no one to kill. At the bottom of the hill the
time and temperature said 5:10pm - 90 degrees Farenhite. That's too fucking hot for
Seattle folks. Too fucking hot indeed.
Pissed off drivers whizzed by me in their own furies as I decided it
would be a really good day to trek the 6 miles home on foot. I don't know what I was
thinking... just that it was really important that I walk home in the hottest weather
we've had in years. I wasn't thinking and yet I couldn't stop thinking.
The defecation of the American Worker...
that's what I was thinking. A human doesn't stand a chance in corporate
America. A human would be chewed up and spat at like the dog faced boy in the circus.
"Go along with the story boy!"
I don't see what the story line is. I cannot seem to follow it. The story
is familiar, but it is not nice. Hell it's not even livable. All basic needs of the mere
human are cast aside like so much debris. And you know, once you are debris... you are
forgotten. You are just a liability. You are just something that needs a project manager.
You are in need of a steering commity. You are in need of being dealt with.
But I walk on... In the 90 degree heat with my arms a swingin.
I cross busy streets full of pissed off drivers. they're all in a hurry
to get the fuck somewhere else. Nothing is or could be more important. Nothing else
exists. No one else exists. I must get the fuck some place else.
The sun burn I got yesterday is now a radiation burn. Sweat runs off my
smooth head like the condensation of boiling water. For once in my life...its not running
in my eyes. Probably because I am running blind in the street. I must get the fuck some
where else.
I am not amused when, at my own full stride, a skinny little white bitch
runs by me like I was in the way. Her pretension is felt more than seen. It's 90 fucking
degrees and she's running to get the fuck somewhere else. Sure, I looked at her ass... it
was not one of those juicy casual runner asses. It was one of those serious competitive
white girl runner, non ass havin asses. I am not amused.
I am walking along the West side of Lake Union now. I am walking in the
gravel. I am still thinking it would be a pretty good idea to jerk one of these assholes
out of a Beemer and beat him senseless. As I walk along and I am consumed by their dust.
Then I see it, there's a car sitting there with the window down. The car is running. There
is no one behind the wheel. Some pretentious fuck has left the fucking car running...
muddying up my atmosphere, here in the 90 degree heat. Allot of things flash through my
diffused mind, but mostly I just want to take the car and drive it home. No harm in that
I'm thinking. I'll dump it several blocks from home... leave it running and lock the
doors. I need to get the fuck some where else. The thought of stealing a car gives me a
fucking hard on... but I'm too hot to pay it a mind.
Up ahead I see three figures. Two can fucking die. One is a fine assed
blonde bitch in her bikini with a flowing kind of robe over it. She reeks moderate wealth.
She should have a tiny yapping dog under her arm, I guess that will come with a little
more age. I'd like to watch her house burn to the ground.
By the time I reach Freemont, I'm amazed that I'm not out of breath or
thirsty. My body is in kill mode and I've got to get the fuck some where else.
Ah... the Freemont hill. Mutherfucker! Every time I start to think about
bitchin about going up this mutherfucker hill... I think about the times I've seen a one
legged mutherfucker riding his bike up it. If a one legged mutherfucker can bike up this
mutherfucker hill, on his way to getting the fuck some where else... Then I can shut the
fuck up. Sho nuff.
It's all about perspective now ain't it. If you've never seen a one
legged mutherfucker ride a bike up a mutherfucker hill... Then fuck you. You can't never
tell... maybe that's the poor sucker I saw laying in the street that time. The time the
bus driver said, "That guy just got hit." I didn't know till a few minutes later
that what the bus driver really meant is... Wholy fucking shit that poor sombitch just got
his fucking leg ripped off and it's laying in the street!!!
It's all about perspective now ain't it. That dude was having a bad day.
A much worse day than what I'm having. Hell much worse than any day I've ever had. I got
pretty much everything I came into this world with body wise. And mentally I got way more
then I started with. I don't want all of it mind you. It ain't like I've only gained
knowledge. I've picked up my fair share of baggage getting the fuck some place else.
How the hell does that one legged mutherfucker do it anyway? Much respect
to his half an ass.
Nothing really matters then huh? It's all a matter of perspective. You gotta strive to
stay alive. it's just an other instance of the man keepin a brother down. it's all about
the dollar, or is it.
Not if you have only got one leg.
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