Post by Dio Muerte on Mar 3, 2007 22:41:38 GMT -5
Another Saturday which means another get together. As the family laughs, the smaller children break off into their own world, into their own clique. Being them.
The older come over tease on them. Hide a couple possessions. They get a couple good laughs and a couple good stories. They then move over to the food table. Taking a chip burning it placing it back into the bowl awaiting for someone to eat. They then look over to the left.
The grown women from 21 to 30 all beautiful. All talking about hair and who has a tougher a life, and who has worst luck with men. And about their girlfriend and about how she found true love and met a man over the internet. The other girls will reply "I would never do that. If he's from the internet, he's a rapist." And how cute the little kids look. And how grown the older boys look.
The older boys whisper to each other. "That ain't the only thing that's grown" "Word up""If she was with me ain't no need for that no luck bull about who has a bad man. I'll supply that girl with that big meat special" "word up" The boys continue with more degrading talk as their hormones take advantage of them.
The grown men get drunk and reminisce about property owning and about how much they love you and you and you and you. Then stumble to fall in a blind drunken rush. After you return to the sight the man is mysteriously naked and mumbling about some type of prize or throwing the same profanity over and over again.
The vaguely sober drunken grown men approach the women. "I got a yacht. I got a house, no kids." Then begin to laugh hysterically. The women laugh at them, for thinking they can be drunk and still spit game that works.
While the other set of women are desperate for heterosexual companionship allow themselves to fall for it. So they get a separate room and never mention it or wait nine months to mention.
Then you have a couple who just isolate themselves from all the other cliques, just so they can say the went out for the sake of going out.
Then the little kids return to the sight with a stick poking the lifeless body in laughter, taking embarrassing pictures as potential black mail.
But it's all in good fun in good laughter. At the end of the night they all enjoy their selves.
But in other places it isn't all peaches and cream. Life isn't a sugar coated dream with unicorns frolicking free in the meadows.
No laughs to spread.
No causal drinks.
No food.
Just determination and tenacity and a wild card an enigma.
Dio Muerte sits on a couch messing with the lab top. As for Jeff, he's somewhere in the fridge rummaging through things.
Jeff James : You know we have a conference to get to tomorrow, right?
Dio Muerte
Jeff James Right, so you want anything to drink?
Dio Muerte
Jeff James Right, I'll just have the last Arizona.
Dio Muerte So, Jeff, they want us dressing nice for this conference or come as we are. They want us both talking or you just talking and me being silent.
Jeff James What do you mean?
Dio Muerte The obviously want something. They want something from us.
Jeff James Like what?
Dio Muerte See we go out to the conference, they'll ask for us how are we preparing for the match. What tips or message do you have for the competition.
Jeff James Your point?
Dio Muerte They'll know our plan. They'll be prepared. We'll be exposed and naked. So if we go. We don't say a word.
Jeff James Good point.
Dio Muerte So this conference is when?
Jeff James Twelve.
Dio Muerte I'll be there.
Jeff James They said be formal.
Jeff James is well shaved, in a black suit, white tie and black shirt.
As for Dio Muerte, same usual outfit, with a shirt with a tux drawn onto it.
Jeff James Your idea of formal?
Dio Muerte Most formal I've been in years.
Jeff James Lets do the damn thing.
The two hop in the used 02 Tahoe. Within minutes the two are stuck in the heaviest traffic jam imaginable. The streets filled with the sounds of horns
Jeff James What in the world is this. DAMN! I have some where to be right now!
Dio Muerte
Jeff James What's the (BLEEP)ing reason!
Dio Muerte I'll go find out.
Bat in hand, Dio Muerte slides out of the passenger side window. Makes his way to the roof of the SUV. Looking directly north, he spots two people, they have just gotten into a fender bender. They are both in a fierce argument about who hit who.
Dio Muerte I'll be right back.
Dio Muerte hops from car to car. One car, two car, three car, before you know it, he reaches the two men arguing.
Dio Muerte takes a mean swing to the window sheild of car A. Then goes over to car B crushing the side mirrors.
Dio Muerte I just hit you. Got a problem?
Both men I'll have my lawyer sue you for all you've got.
Dio Muerte You want this?
Raises bat
Dio Muerte It's all I have.
Dio Muerte flings the bat right at the camera.
SNOW
The older come over tease on them. Hide a couple possessions. They get a couple good laughs and a couple good stories. They then move over to the food table. Taking a chip burning it placing it back into the bowl awaiting for someone to eat. They then look over to the left.
The grown women from 21 to 30 all beautiful. All talking about hair and who has a tougher a life, and who has worst luck with men. And about their girlfriend and about how she found true love and met a man over the internet. The other girls will reply "I would never do that. If he's from the internet, he's a rapist." And how cute the little kids look. And how grown the older boys look.
The older boys whisper to each other. "That ain't the only thing that's grown" "Word up""If she was with me ain't no need for that no luck bull about who has a bad man. I'll supply that girl with that big meat special" "word up" The boys continue with more degrading talk as their hormones take advantage of them.
The grown men get drunk and reminisce about property owning and about how much they love you and you and you and you. Then stumble to fall in a blind drunken rush. After you return to the sight the man is mysteriously naked and mumbling about some type of prize or throwing the same profanity over and over again.
The vaguely sober drunken grown men approach the women. "I got a yacht. I got a house, no kids." Then begin to laugh hysterically. The women laugh at them, for thinking they can be drunk and still spit game that works.
While the other set of women are desperate for heterosexual companionship allow themselves to fall for it. So they get a separate room and never mention it or wait nine months to mention.
Then you have a couple who just isolate themselves from all the other cliques, just so they can say the went out for the sake of going out.
Then the little kids return to the sight with a stick poking the lifeless body in laughter, taking embarrassing pictures as potential black mail.
But it's all in good fun in good laughter. At the end of the night they all enjoy their selves.
But in other places it isn't all peaches and cream. Life isn't a sugar coated dream with unicorns frolicking free in the meadows.
No laughs to spread.
No causal drinks.
No food.
Just determination and tenacity and a wild card an enigma.
Jeff James' apartment.
[/b]Dio Muerte sits on a couch messing with the lab top. As for Jeff, he's somewhere in the fridge rummaging through things.
Jeff James : You know we have a conference to get to tomorrow, right?
Dio Muerte
Jeff James Right, so you want anything to drink?
Dio Muerte
Jeff James Right, I'll just have the last Arizona.
Dio Muerte So, Jeff, they want us dressing nice for this conference or come as we are. They want us both talking or you just talking and me being silent.
Jeff James What do you mean?
Dio Muerte The obviously want something. They want something from us.
Jeff James Like what?
Dio Muerte See we go out to the conference, they'll ask for us how are we preparing for the match. What tips or message do you have for the competition.
Jeff James Your point?
Dio Muerte They'll know our plan. They'll be prepared. We'll be exposed and naked. So if we go. We don't say a word.
Jeff James Good point.
Dio Muerte So this conference is when?
Jeff James Twelve.
Dio Muerte I'll be there.
Jeff James They said be formal.
Twelve pm the next day
The Parking Lot.
The Parking Lot.
Jeff James is well shaved, in a black suit, white tie and black shirt.
As for Dio Muerte, same usual outfit, with a shirt with a tux drawn onto it.
Jeff James Your idea of formal?
Dio Muerte Most formal I've been in years.
Jeff James Lets do the damn thing.
The two hop in the used 02 Tahoe. Within minutes the two are stuck in the heaviest traffic jam imaginable. The streets filled with the sounds of horns
Jeff James What in the world is this. DAMN! I have some where to be right now!
Dio Muerte
Jeff James What's the (BLEEP)ing reason!
Dio Muerte I'll go find out.
Bat in hand, Dio Muerte slides out of the passenger side window. Makes his way to the roof of the SUV. Looking directly north, he spots two people, they have just gotten into a fender bender. They are both in a fierce argument about who hit who.
Dio Muerte I'll be right back.
Dio Muerte hops from car to car. One car, two car, three car, before you know it, he reaches the two men arguing.
Dio Muerte takes a mean swing to the window sheild of car A. Then goes over to car B crushing the side mirrors.
Dio Muerte I just hit you. Got a problem?
Both men I'll have my lawyer sue you for all you've got.
Dio Muerte You want this?
Raises bat
Dio Muerte It's all I have.
Dio Muerte flings the bat right at the camera.
SNOW