Now I see that I will never find the light
Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,
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The Dark Knight Rises - Deshi Basara - Hans Zimmer
Ostrich no more, time to rise like a phoenix.
neighborwoods! i love it. and a wonderful gift idea for those who love their city….
I tried to reassure him that it really wasn’t a big deal but to hear the rejection in his voice told me that no matter how much I down played it, the kid wasn’t buying the snow job. I empathized with him. I was 19 when I lost mine. All of my friends had “done the deed” at pretty young ages and I was still a late bloomer. It happened one night when we were all out at the clubs on 3rd ave in bay ridge; I met a woman that lived two doors down from me. I know, “under 21 and at a bar?” Underage drink? NO WAY! Yes way. The 80’s and 90’s were a different time then what we live in today. Plus, I didn’t acquire my taste for nor my super human ability to drink yet. She on the other hand…
Her name was Grace. She was about 5’9’’ and average build. She had jet-black curly hair with a patch of gray at the left temple that looked sexy as all can be in contrast to her olive oil skin. She was a police officer in a South Brooklyn station at that time, of 18 years. She was 38, twice my age. Looking back, I can say without question she was drunk. I may have known that at the time but I don’t think I cared. She was hot and a woman and she was talking to me. Yeah, was talking to me because she knew my from living a few doors down from me but she was still talking to me and my dopey friends didn’t know that, they just saw a woman talking to me and paying for my cokes.
After spending time talking about her house, which I made look like flirting, again to impress the guys, and telling her to only order pizza from Papa Charles’s Pizza on Bath Ave or where to get good Chinese Food (Chef Wong on 86th and Parkway). It was time for last call. She ordered another kamikaze and a coke for me. We kept locking eyes when we spoke, I had no idea what this meant since I was still VERY awkward. The overhead lights came on and handed me her car keys and “Driving me home sport, I can’t drive like this.” I was speechless; I barely could get out a “sure thing”. I helped her on with her coat. She giggled and pinched my cheek, “You are adorable aren’t you?” I felt all of the blood in my body shoot up to my face and my face turned bright red. I started sweating and I wasn’t sure why. Well, I knew why, a woman was playing with me in a coy, sexual kind of way for the first time in my life. Yeah, and I still had no idea how to react. As we walked out, the guys were all laughing and whistling at me. I made believe that I didn’t know who they were.
Not an awesome pic but this is my costume for Dark Knight Rises tonight. There are five Catwomen tonight. Some good some eh. Though seeing my costume in a picture, I realize I need to lose mad weight. I seemed thinner in person.
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‘The Sophomore’ Page 2
“Oh yes, paper applications, the bane of anyone’s existence but more so for me. As a project manger I had A LOT of paper work to do but I dodge it any way I can. I really made getting out of doing my paperwork an art form. One of the first lessons as a PM that I learn from my then mentor, Alex Trovello, was “a good PM does his own work well but a great PM gets someone else to do his work for him.” Sorry if I let you down here Alex but there wasn’t anyone to trick into filling out the yellow pagesesque application for New York University.
I decided to take my applications to my dorm room and to meet my room mate. I arrived to find a skinny “kid” with a big beard and friendly demeanor unpacking his CDs. I introduced myself and without going into too much detail about myself, said “yeah, you got stuck with an old guy for a roomie, sorry.” He cracked a smile.
He told his name was Steven Frank-a-something. To be honest, I am horrible with names and explained to him that I will come up with a nickname for him, since that was easier for me. He laughed and told me that his friends call him “Spanky.” As a little rascals fan I appreciated the name and I nodded approvingly. I didn’t bother to unpack anything yet, I sat down and got right to the apps. Eventually.
A little FYI about me, I am self-diagnosed with ADD. Before you go and get sad or feel all sorts of sorry for me or want to hold a telethon in my honor, thank you but it is not needed. I get bored pretty easy with the mundane tasks of every day life. Not because I think I am too good for it or anything but because it is mundane and no one should have to suffer. My procrastination is my form of protest for people everywhere. If you are doing something boring, take solace in the fact that I am out there somewhere not doing that same thing to support you.
Spanky invited me for “wing night” at a dive bar on Ave B called Croxley Ales. They had a special a few nights a week for ten-cent wings. Over the course of this story you will see Croxleys mentioned more than a few times as it becomes our “office”. Spanky and I spend some of our best and worst nights talking over cheap wings and cold beer.
“So dude I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed your cap.” Spanky stated and half asked. I look up from my plate of honey BBQ wings, I see that Spanky was wearing my news boy cap. It was big on him but it fit his look. I told him it was no problem. He went on to tell him that he only had one kidney. He even showed me the port on his arm. He went on about working at the campus radio station and how his show “The Den” would one day earn him a living. He also told me that he was still a virgin, not from any lack of trying or due to a commitment to God, and that at this point in his life, it had become a priority of sorts.
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rather than take a chance with his heart and risk losing her from his life altogether, he keeps feelings to himself and keeps her in his imagination, where she is perfect.
Filling the void:
I am no longer filling a void. Boosting up someone else’s ego while mine flounders is not the way. Saving someone from the darkness with my light only makes my light go dim. There isn’t someone to pull me back from the abyss as I have done for others. Maybe when someone sees the emptiness that I left behind they will reach out for my hand. Until then, may the darkness not consume our souls.
lightasaghost asked: it's warm and calm and cozy, not lonely here, and not ignoring the complexity of life. feels good...
What is a “where every body knows your name”?
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I told life that I would no longer fight it, I would go where it needed me to be but I could no longer go alone. I need someone to spend my time with, to lean on when its’ mission got to be too much for me.
Then you came along, with your smile and snorting at my jokes, your own past and mistakes. Why has life brought us together now? Could it be that the set backs I endured have been because you were going to need me to be here to help you with your journey as you help with mine?
If life needs me to stay here and not go my own way, for you, then so be it. I will continue on and see where the flow takes us.
- The Current
A passage I wrote today
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