Sodajaxon
Jedi
He couldn't stand it anymore, "3535@%@%!!" garbled exclamation to himself and his derelict apartment, "i wont puke anymore", if we were in his head thats what we have heard when he said it.
"ahhhgggg, dam it!", Jack said as he rolled off the toilet, back against the tub-- gasping and coughing, wiping his face and mouth off on his sleeve-, "WHEW!"
i hope i can keep the next shot down, what a waste of hard earned money - dam! why is this getting so hard to do?!!
jack forgot, his mission has been abondoned, he doesnt even know he is on a mission, poor soul.
most of his elite crew has been decieved, he is disconnected and thinks he is alone.
he does what he is supposed to do, he works pays his bills and drinks the left overs, no 401k, no car, no joy, no glory no wife or children, he knew he was supposed to do something important here, bah, drunk rambling.
blah blah etc etc
thank god im off that crack pipe, tho, i wouldnt have this 7thfloor dump apartment, in the big city, -"whew big accomplishment' - he says sarcasticlly to himself.
"you go boy," and reaches for that whiskey bottle.
even as he grabs it, his body tenses from his stomach up, "eazy now belly, i aint even drunk nothin yet, were goin inta' the kitchen, make us some fried bolonga!"
as drunk as he was, he reacted like Bruce Lee, when he left the bathroom in the hallway into the livingroom, a 'shadow' something, moved, heartpounding like a 12piston lamborghini!!
WTF!! completely sober for 30, ehh almost 45 seconds.
Enough time for Jack to prowl around the living room like batman, nothing there, hmm!
whew! good thing he brought his bottle with him, (takes a swig), head turns left, shiverzz, 'Gahh'! "i have got to find something better to drink!"
jack made his way to the little tiny fridge in his one bedroom apartment, but those 2 or 3 steps after the adrenelin rush, his kidneys were pounding, they hurt, cooking bolongna would have to wait, we will eat it raw, he opened the little fridge found the olive-loaf slices, and shut the door.
Sitting down on the soft side of the couch, with the cable news playing on the box, low sound setting, he liked it on low- it wouldnt wake him up when he was sleeping, some commercials just blair noise.
Taking an extra large bite, moving it around a bit in his mouth and then another bite of 7 or 8 slices, nice.
He couldnt sleep with out the tv on,
any time he tried this recurring dream would urge him on to something big he was supposed to help with.
foggy, cloudy ideas of helping people break the chains and being free, "ha" -he
would chuckle as whiskey knocked out his primary awareness, and the soft chit chatter of the news lady put him to sleep.
Dreaming, that; rare dream, 1st thing he noticed was the grave somberness of everyone around him, he saw his dad, his cousin, some good friends he knew on earth, but he knew he wasnt on earth right now, he knew he was being prepared to go to earth and some of these people he recognized were going with him.
The guy in charge was calling me a different name, i cant say it now, but he said my real name, its just unprononce-able here, same for the name of my "team" my dad, my cousin - my wife that i dont even know. but i can see her standing here plain as day, and when i see her the dream starts to fade fast, i can feel my connection breaking, im waking up again...
Jack sits up on couch he passed out on, looks at his clock 11:22? "wtf i have been asleep for 15 lousy minutes? where the hell is my drink!?"
jack takes a bigger slug than usual off his bottle, head turns left, body shiverzz, "Gahh" - "i have got to find something better to drink."
He lays back down, this time sleep hits alot slower than usual, he tosses and turns on the couch, flippin this way, then that way, he is sweating even in the dead of winter, his undershirt is soaked, everytime he has that dream he wakes up sweaty, what what is it trying to tell me?
another swig maybe he thinks to himself.
yah, another swig, its only 11:44, i gotta be working by 7, up at 6am so one more swig wont hurt-head turns left, body shiverzz, "Gahh" - "i have got to find something better to drink."
Ahh sweet sleep, nothingness for a few hours, then it starts for jack again, that recurring dream, with the leader, the commander-
" All of you are the best Volunteers we have, the mission before you has had small success, they seem to have forgotten we are here. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO KNOW THE ILLUSION, DO NOT PERPETRATE IT!!"
the guy in charge in the dream says again, how very important it is to know the illusion, but this time he says, even all of you,our best just like our lastvolunteers, will be fooled. what is the mission what im gonna do; WAKE UP!"
Jack jerks awake to his alarm blaring, 5:55am.
Sitting up suddenly body aching everywhere, a shadow moves just out of eyesight on his right, brucelee reflexe's whip him around, knockin over his table, tv, and everything,..... nothing there.
"DAMN!" WHEW!" Man i have got to stop drinkin' ... im gettin all buggy, crazy dreams, spooky shadow's, i gotta get to the shop turn the machines on, cant be late again-if im late again ill get fired and ill be right back at square one."
As jack runs out his apartment door to the elevator, presses the lobby button, his 'shadow' joins him on his ride to street level.
Standing at the bus stop.
the bus that goes west comes 1st on the other side of the street, and as it approaches, 'jacks' -shadow moves away and posititions itself to move strobe like with the advert on the side of the west bound "Aloha Vodka"Sparkling Sunshinge In Your Glass! --|blinky|blinky|
Jacks east bound bus pulls out of nowhere- and as the door opens jack tells himself "maybe ill get some of that new vodka tonite after work, maybe i wont puke", as he takes a seat.
As the bus doors shut on Jack, the Homeless Wino, propped up with his back against the west wall, see's shadows smilin on Jack as it drives away.
Just then the wino says; "To Hell with You Devil!"
Standing up shaking off his newspaper blanket, shaking not only with cold, but with anger, he saw the shadows and he saw them smile, he reached into his shopping cart under his spare returnables, rain gear and wrastled' his last drink from his possessions, looking at the way the dawn filled the street, he held that brand new bottle over his head, and said again ;"To Hell With You Devil!"
When that ol Wino, threw down his last bottle buried int his last possesions, well, you could almost see the forces of light and dark race to that one tiny corner in an alley on a long time ago universe where evil always wins, that day that man changed the entire game, upset the balance see!
best part is he was born and bred original, head 1st born earthbound, not even apart of the 'team',
no transplants, no walkins, kid just woke up heh, 100th monkey?
"ahhhgggg, dam it!", Jack said as he rolled off the toilet, back against the tub-- gasping and coughing, wiping his face and mouth off on his sleeve-, "WHEW!"
i hope i can keep the next shot down, what a waste of hard earned money - dam! why is this getting so hard to do?!!
jack forgot, his mission has been abondoned, he doesnt even know he is on a mission, poor soul.
most of his elite crew has been decieved, he is disconnected and thinks he is alone.
he does what he is supposed to do, he works pays his bills and drinks the left overs, no 401k, no car, no joy, no glory no wife or children, he knew he was supposed to do something important here, bah, drunk rambling.
blah blah etc etc
thank god im off that crack pipe, tho, i wouldnt have this 7thfloor dump apartment, in the big city, -"whew big accomplishment' - he says sarcasticlly to himself.
"you go boy," and reaches for that whiskey bottle.
even as he grabs it, his body tenses from his stomach up, "eazy now belly, i aint even drunk nothin yet, were goin inta' the kitchen, make us some fried bolonga!"
as drunk as he was, he reacted like Bruce Lee, when he left the bathroom in the hallway into the livingroom, a 'shadow' something, moved, heartpounding like a 12piston lamborghini!!
WTF!! completely sober for 30, ehh almost 45 seconds.
Enough time for Jack to prowl around the living room like batman, nothing there, hmm!
whew! good thing he brought his bottle with him, (takes a swig), head turns left, shiverzz, 'Gahh'! "i have got to find something better to drink!"
jack made his way to the little tiny fridge in his one bedroom apartment, but those 2 or 3 steps after the adrenelin rush, his kidneys were pounding, they hurt, cooking bolongna would have to wait, we will eat it raw, he opened the little fridge found the olive-loaf slices, and shut the door.
Sitting down on the soft side of the couch, with the cable news playing on the box, low sound setting, he liked it on low- it wouldnt wake him up when he was sleeping, some commercials just blair noise.
Taking an extra large bite, moving it around a bit in his mouth and then another bite of 7 or 8 slices, nice.
He couldnt sleep with out the tv on,
any time he tried this recurring dream would urge him on to something big he was supposed to help with.
foggy, cloudy ideas of helping people break the chains and being free, "ha" -he
would chuckle as whiskey knocked out his primary awareness, and the soft chit chatter of the news lady put him to sleep.
Dreaming, that; rare dream, 1st thing he noticed was the grave somberness of everyone around him, he saw his dad, his cousin, some good friends he knew on earth, but he knew he wasnt on earth right now, he knew he was being prepared to go to earth and some of these people he recognized were going with him.
The guy in charge was calling me a different name, i cant say it now, but he said my real name, its just unprononce-able here, same for the name of my "team" my dad, my cousin - my wife that i dont even know. but i can see her standing here plain as day, and when i see her the dream starts to fade fast, i can feel my connection breaking, im waking up again...
Jack sits up on couch he passed out on, looks at his clock 11:22? "wtf i have been asleep for 15 lousy minutes? where the hell is my drink!?"
jack takes a bigger slug than usual off his bottle, head turns left, body shiverzz, "Gahh" - "i have got to find something better to drink."
He lays back down, this time sleep hits alot slower than usual, he tosses and turns on the couch, flippin this way, then that way, he is sweating even in the dead of winter, his undershirt is soaked, everytime he has that dream he wakes up sweaty, what what is it trying to tell me?
another swig maybe he thinks to himself.
yah, another swig, its only 11:44, i gotta be working by 7, up at 6am so one more swig wont hurt-head turns left, body shiverzz, "Gahh" - "i have got to find something better to drink."
Ahh sweet sleep, nothingness for a few hours, then it starts for jack again, that recurring dream, with the leader, the commander-
" All of you are the best Volunteers we have, the mission before you has had small success, they seem to have forgotten we are here. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO KNOW THE ILLUSION, DO NOT PERPETRATE IT!!"
the guy in charge in the dream says again, how very important it is to know the illusion, but this time he says, even all of you,our best just like our lastvolunteers, will be fooled. what is the mission what im gonna do; WAKE UP!"
Jack jerks awake to his alarm blaring, 5:55am.
Sitting up suddenly body aching everywhere, a shadow moves just out of eyesight on his right, brucelee reflexe's whip him around, knockin over his table, tv, and everything,..... nothing there.
"DAMN!" WHEW!" Man i have got to stop drinkin' ... im gettin all buggy, crazy dreams, spooky shadow's, i gotta get to the shop turn the machines on, cant be late again-if im late again ill get fired and ill be right back at square one."
As jack runs out his apartment door to the elevator, presses the lobby button, his 'shadow' joins him on his ride to street level.
Standing at the bus stop.
the bus that goes west comes 1st on the other side of the street, and as it approaches, 'jacks' -shadow moves away and posititions itself to move strobe like with the advert on the side of the west bound "Aloha Vodka"Sparkling Sunshinge In Your Glass! --|blinky|blinky|
Jacks east bound bus pulls out of nowhere- and as the door opens jack tells himself "maybe ill get some of that new vodka tonite after work, maybe i wont puke", as he takes a seat.
As the bus doors shut on Jack, the Homeless Wino, propped up with his back against the west wall, see's shadows smilin on Jack as it drives away.
Just then the wino says; "To Hell with You Devil!"
Standing up shaking off his newspaper blanket, shaking not only with cold, but with anger, he saw the shadows and he saw them smile, he reached into his shopping cart under his spare returnables, rain gear and wrastled' his last drink from his possessions, looking at the way the dawn filled the street, he held that brand new bottle over his head, and said again ;"To Hell With You Devil!"
When that ol Wino, threw down his last bottle buried int his last possesions, well, you could almost see the forces of light and dark race to that one tiny corner in an alley on a long time ago universe where evil always wins, that day that man changed the entire game, upset the balance see!
best part is he was born and bred original, head 1st born earthbound, not even apart of the 'team',
no transplants, no walkins, kid just woke up heh, 100th monkey?
