AND SO IT BEGINS - TWWW part 7

They came first for the Communists,and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist.Then they came for the trade unionists,and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist.Then they came for the Jews,and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.Then they came for meand by that time no one was left to speak up.
Believed to be quoted from by Pastor Martin Niemoeller


Morris sat in the waiting room. They were going to fly Stacey back for cremation. He was making the necessary phone calls. He found it curious how quickly things came together. The cremation would be the next morning. The service would take place the coming up Sunday. He was looking for numbers in his phone; did he tell the people he needed to about the service? Then his phone rang, Lance was calling again.

“Yes Lance.”

“I’m sorry Morris. I heard.”

(How’d the hell did you hear so fast) “Thanks.”

“So when you heading back?”

“I fly in this afternoon.”

“Can you come into my office tomorrow?”

“Lance I’ve had a really crappy day. I didn’t think I’d formally needed to ask for a few days off for bereavement.”

“You don’t,” Lance quickly answered, “It’s just for some paperwork. Of course I expect you to take time off.”

“Do you have any information on Walt? When I left he was in a pretty bad st…”

“He’s…huh, Walt passed away. He had bone cancer Morris; inoperable. It was just a matter of time.”

Morris thought, funny how Walt worked in a state of the art medical facility yet he couldn’t get any treatment for himself. No wonder he wanted to stick it to them in the end.

“Morris can you come in tomorrow around noon…Morris…Morris?”

SUGAR; the lonely woman's crack - Article 5

“Crack is whack” – Whitney Houston

It was one Sunday at midnight, so maybe it was Monday. The monkey was on my back and had been talking to me all night. I gave in. “What is open at this time”, I thought to myself. I got in my car and drove to an AM/PM mini market and gas station combination. I knew for a fact, they had the ice cream bar I was craving; chocolate on the outside, chocolate on the inside – I do not play.

It was a quick trip, in and out. I changed out of my house cloths and into my pajama’s, which I must admit there is little difference, and sat down to enjoy my treat.

As soon as I opened the box, I noticed a problem. Apparently, at some point the ice cream bar had melted completely and then froze again. It was a square frozen milky mess. The stick, the bar was to be held by, was completely enveloped in hodge podge of frozen brown stuff. I should have thrown the bar away. Instead I got a spoon, scraped away the frost-bite and dug in. My stomach began to gurgle and hum. I was assuming the bar had only melted and re-froze once. My taste buds told me I might be wrong. “What is this waxy film in my mouth?

HUSTLER FO REAL - Article 4

I am constantly amazed by the hustlers of the world. While my honest career efforts have been met with a sea of no’s and mocking, there is a population of people who by hook or by crook take the world by the balls. Hustler’s of the world stand up and take your places. I’m talking about the people who walk to the front of a long line saying, “You don’t mind do you? I just have one quick question.”

A hustler uses what they have. I have lived in my building for almost 3 years. My neighbor, lets call her Mary who has never asked my name, yet has asked me for the most ridiculous things like; telling me to decorate her windows by greeting me with a strings of Christmas lights and a chair with which to assist me in scaling the walls. She has asked me if I wanted to rent her cell phone for 3 months while she was out of the country. After only 2 weeks of living in the building, she asked for my work hours so I could take her to the airport as needed. She has an accent which fluctuates on thickness depending on her need. One day she came to me, with yet another ridiculous request. She was using the thicker accent on this day so she was barely understandable. She was talking really fast and my attempts to slow her down were ignored.

This is ‘the devil is in the details’ portion of the game. The idea is to move you so fast through something you say yes, without really understanding what you’re saying yes to. I told her “no, she was asking too much of me.” .She kept saying, “I don’t understand…I don’t understand”. I said, “Yes you do. You just don’t like what I’m saying.” It was like the wind got sucked out of her lungs. She threw her hands up and walked in her apartment. For the record, Mary has never approached me like that again. She did understand. Mary uses her age and her accent; positioning herself to seem helpless. Mary may be a lot of things, helpless is not one of them.