J♥rdan's Blog
Vicious Circles
I made my way out to the street, which was hot enough to fry a stoner, and face my tools of mass destruction waiting for me. I picked up a shovel and started digging, spitting curses into my hole as I went. I looked up from my hole at the house in front of me. It was whither than Mother Teresa's ass, yet dirtier than a Taiwanese boygirl who just got off of work. And inside lined a man whose job description consisted of lying, cheating, and stealing. Yeah, the White House as a real "diamond in the rough."
So I dug and dug until I couldn't dig any more, and before I knew it, my shift was done and hopped on a train back to my shitty two room apartment to drink my night away, if I even made it there. I popped three uppers and downed a fifth of vodka, ready to rock and roll my way into the nearest strip club with a blinking neon sign. Instead I stumbled into an alley filled with "colorful individuals", who, after some less than gentle persuading, caught me with a hook or two and made off with my wallet and a few back teeth.
I woke up with a kink in my neck, and a bum spooning me. I shoved him off and made my way back to the street, where I saw a parade of 'Nam protesters marching around screaming something about bringing someone home, but I didn't have the patience or the time to sit and listen. I made my way back to the White House, now flooded with Dicks and Janes waiting to get their two cents in about the War and all its royal fucked-upedness. I was late for my shift, and as the Pigs came riding in on their steel chariots, I knew when my time to walk had come; I hopped over the barricade and slapped my hard hat on again just in case.
When the first of the tear gas bombs hit the protesters scattered like roaches, afraid of taking a hit for good ol' Charlie in the jungle. This all made for a pretty scene, and my boss was more than happy to stop and stare at the chaos in the streets, but I just scoffed at the kids, tucked my dog tags back into my shirt, and kept digging.
The comparisons, oh the comparions
Not that it matters...but i think it's great =)
was this just sudden inspiration? lol
it's cool to see something like a couple of paragraphs of writing evolve into a couple of more paragraphs of writing.
it's going good so far, homeboy.