Today, as I was walking down the beutiful main street of my town (tell ya the truth, I dont even know the name of it!) to drop off some film for my boss at the local photography shop. On the way I met an old aquaintance whom I hadn't seen in months. Well we had a bit of catching up to do.
Bout a year ago, this young gentleman, who is now about 17-18 years old, was a young, fun loving, happy, huggy, all around good kid. He never did any drugs besides pot once or twice, and wasnt a bad student. His mom is a bit on the crazy side. For reasons irrelevant to my story, she booted him out of the house the day he turned 18. He had a part time job, but to pay rent to live in some 30 year old guy's living room that he barely new, he was forced to quit high school. Kinda went downhill from there. Somewhere along the line, he heard bout that new thumpin rave scene, and wanted to check it out. A lady friend of mine told him bout this party her and I were going to, and he shouldn't miss it. He saved up his 60$ for his refuckingdiculously high priced ticket (hey Stuck On Earth is evil, what can I say?) and my lady friend introduced me to him the day I was to drive the 3 of us to new york (4/20).
He had never tried ecstasy, but loved marijuana, speed, and nitrous (since he was booted from the nest he had gotten into some more frequented drug use) and wanted to experiment further. Ecstasy sounded like his deal. So ya know I informed him well as I could, and tried to give him some info on what the party was gonna be like. He had a blast of course, and thought me and my ladyfriend were the two greatist people on earth. Because we accepted him for no real reason, because we let him chill for us one day, because we diddnt care who he was or what his story was. He was a person, like you, and I.
So I bump into him today, and give a cheerfull, "Hey buddy I havent seen you in months, what ya been up to? Are ya walking to work?"
He tells me he cant work for another month. He was suspended all summer because he was arrested for posession of marijuana. He had a very sunken, depressed, 'fuck everything' look in his eyes, that he was trying desperately to hold back with a futile smile. I felt so much of his pain, as I am going though a similair trial in my life (allthough I can work fine). He says some guys got him drunk, really drunk, and planted a quarter of marijuana on him (he doesnt even know what a "quarter" is, he said the police told him it was 7 grams). They dropped him off in the middle of our very conservative, WASP-ish town, and called the police so he would get public intoxication and posession. Theyr scheme worked.
Well, people are evil.
I tell him im in a hurry (I was at work and all), but drop him my phone number since Ill be in the area for a few more months. He says ok, but asks a favor. He says he hasnt eaten all day, and cant afford a meal that day. He asked me if I can spare him a dollar or two so he can get some french fries. I had 2$ in my pocket, and some change in my car. I graciously gave him 2$.
I am quite starved for cash at this point in time, and am quite a stingy person naturally. Something ticked. I dont even care what he did with my 2$ at all. I dont care if he was gonna smoke it, eat with it, or wipe his ass with it. I also gave him some quarters out of my car.
I have been told in the past, that if a fellow man asks for your cloak, give him also your tunic and whatever else he desires. If he desires you walk one mile, walk with him two.
Its just money. Its not a big deal. Its just little green papers we slave away for, only to loose them and slave away for more. We slave and slave, and slave some more, only to have some evil sadistic selfish fuck come along, destroy our life, and take everything we have, and we start all over. This society weve spent the last 10 thousand years constructing, thats all it is. Slaves and masters. Our masters are not even living entities! Why should we care? Why isnt it NORMAL to just shell out a few bucks to someone you barely know? Why do we slave away for these little papers, these little numbers, these invisible figures? What do we gain? What are ultimately striving for? And do we need to do what we are doing to get there?
Were one body. Were all human, were all the same. Why dont we just look out for each other? Help someone stand up? Brighten up someone's day? Just make someone smile!
It made me feel really good, and its a feeling im slowly becoming accustomed to. Just wanted to share my story, because I want someone to be there for me when I need a buck to feed myself.
Peace.
Bout a year ago, this young gentleman, who is now about 17-18 years old, was a young, fun loving, happy, huggy, all around good kid. He never did any drugs besides pot once or twice, and wasnt a bad student. His mom is a bit on the crazy side. For reasons irrelevant to my story, she booted him out of the house the day he turned 18. He had a part time job, but to pay rent to live in some 30 year old guy's living room that he barely new, he was forced to quit high school. Kinda went downhill from there. Somewhere along the line, he heard bout that new thumpin rave scene, and wanted to check it out. A lady friend of mine told him bout this party her and I were going to, and he shouldn't miss it. He saved up his 60$ for his refuckingdiculously high priced ticket (hey Stuck On Earth is evil, what can I say?) and my lady friend introduced me to him the day I was to drive the 3 of us to new york (4/20).
He had never tried ecstasy, but loved marijuana, speed, and nitrous (since he was booted from the nest he had gotten into some more frequented drug use) and wanted to experiment further. Ecstasy sounded like his deal. So ya know I informed him well as I could, and tried to give him some info on what the party was gonna be like. He had a blast of course, and thought me and my ladyfriend were the two greatist people on earth. Because we accepted him for no real reason, because we let him chill for us one day, because we diddnt care who he was or what his story was. He was a person, like you, and I.
So I bump into him today, and give a cheerfull, "Hey buddy I havent seen you in months, what ya been up to? Are ya walking to work?"
He tells me he cant work for another month. He was suspended all summer because he was arrested for posession of marijuana. He had a very sunken, depressed, 'fuck everything' look in his eyes, that he was trying desperately to hold back with a futile smile. I felt so much of his pain, as I am going though a similair trial in my life (allthough I can work fine). He says some guys got him drunk, really drunk, and planted a quarter of marijuana on him (he doesnt even know what a "quarter" is, he said the police told him it was 7 grams). They dropped him off in the middle of our very conservative, WASP-ish town, and called the police so he would get public intoxication and posession. Theyr scheme worked.
Well, people are evil.
I tell him im in a hurry (I was at work and all), but drop him my phone number since Ill be in the area for a few more months. He says ok, but asks a favor. He says he hasnt eaten all day, and cant afford a meal that day. He asked me if I can spare him a dollar or two so he can get some french fries. I had 2$ in my pocket, and some change in my car. I graciously gave him 2$.
I am quite starved for cash at this point in time, and am quite a stingy person naturally. Something ticked. I dont even care what he did with my 2$ at all. I dont care if he was gonna smoke it, eat with it, or wipe his ass with it. I also gave him some quarters out of my car.
I have been told in the past, that if a fellow man asks for your cloak, give him also your tunic and whatever else he desires. If he desires you walk one mile, walk with him two.
Its just money. Its not a big deal. Its just little green papers we slave away for, only to loose them and slave away for more. We slave and slave, and slave some more, only to have some evil sadistic selfish fuck come along, destroy our life, and take everything we have, and we start all over. This society weve spent the last 10 thousand years constructing, thats all it is. Slaves and masters. Our masters are not even living entities! Why should we care? Why isnt it NORMAL to just shell out a few bucks to someone you barely know? Why do we slave away for these little papers, these little numbers, these invisible figures? What do we gain? What are ultimately striving for? And do we need to do what we are doing to get there?
Were one body. Were all human, were all the same. Why dont we just look out for each other? Help someone stand up? Brighten up someone's day? Just make someone smile!
It made me feel really good, and its a feeling im slowly becoming accustomed to. Just wanted to share my story, because I want someone to be there for me when I need a buck to feed myself.
Peace.
I'm just teasing!