Posts tagged ‘imagine’
the fucking thing bit me the last time i tried to ride it.
before the rza, there was me.
He was a hardworking middle manager.
She was airbrushed to look like an italian supermodel.
He knew he would have one chance to impress her.
at the time, i was working for a small graphic design company on twenty-third street. i wasn’t making a lot of money but at least i was getting experience. i started out in traffic and then after about a year or so i was on the branding team. not bad for a kid out of cleveland going to public schools. then things changed when i met mother. she was maybe about fifty-five, and looked like a cross between the lady from murder she wrote and meryl streep, but her skin wasn’t as smooth. i was at a grey’s papaya munching on a hotdog and she asked me for a fifty cents for the subway. i gave her fifty cents and then went i went to my apartment that i shared with my old college buddy lester, she was there in the hallway, along with three guys in suits. i thought it was going to be a shakedown but then she said it. she kept saying sergeant hectorish lee over and over and over again. by maybe the twentieth time she said it, and at that point i was tied to a chair, things started to make sense, a lot of sense.
me and my girlfriends are tight. we grew up together in fallanton. that’s about seven miles from the ohio state university. we all went there. nancy, the one with the reddish hair in the front, she’s a nurse at mercy med. jen, the one out in the back, she’s a housewife with four amazing kids. and for me i’m a systems analyst for facebook. don’t tell anyone this but i can see all your profiles and pictures even the ones that are private. if you press “$” and hold down the control key (or the command key if you have a mac) when you log on, you have super facebook powers, kind of like when you have double or triple stacks in checkers and you can jump over like four or five pieces. i once viewed chris lagorga’s profile. i went to high school with him and i had such a crush on him but he didn’t really look at me much because he was one of those football player guys. he went on to play for duke or something but anyway i kept trying to friend him on facebook but he kept ignoring me. i got sick and tired of it, because i helped him with his homework. without me he wouldn’t have graduated. so i used my special facebook powers and boom, i’m his friend. i think he’s tried to unfriend me like seven times but i keep adding myself. i’m thinking of adding a picture of myself on his wall or something. i can’t wait to see what he says.
it was a thursday afternoon at about 3:41 p.m. when elmo just got tired fucking around on sesame street.
the only way they find out is if you say something.
so, mr. smith, let’s just say you’re on a deserted island . . .
age has a way of creeping up on you but not in that i’m tip-toeing on a creaky floor with a knife in my hand. it’s more like a parade of drummers. as you get older, you keep wondering, wow this is a cool parade. and then before you start thinking too much about that parade, you start thinking of how it was just yesterday that you were in high school and you had zits and it was so cool to have your own car and do your own thing and that you had all these dreams and that you were genuinely different than everyone else because you are somehow unique and maybe you are destined for fame. then you wake up just like any other day, just like every day, and the drummers that are all around you, they’re getting louder and louder, and then you realize that’s YOUR fucking parade man, and that they’re playing drums for you like they’ve always been.
it all started with an ad in the sunday paper job section. it read, “tomorrow the sea moves east on a small boat.” he replied the following sunday, “workers needed for short-term labor job in long island.” we’ve been going on for months now, just like this. yesterday, he said, “make money from home.” so today, we are planning to meet for lunch at our favorite place on the upper west. i think i’ll have an iced tea and the soup of the day. i suspect he’ll have salad with croutons.
e v e r y d a y aperture 