Not much going on. Oh yeah there’s a super bowl Sunday happening in this side of the western clown world. Two teams are playing that nobody gives a fuck about and I find myself sighing for what if’s.
My personally real thoughts are The Raven’s aren’t playing so I don’t give a damn. The Baltimore’s Ravens best team in the fucking world. Oh I don’t give a damn about football in general but if the Baltimore Raven’s are winning and playin in the Super Bowl I give a dump truck of grade A shits. But, I find this season of the American grid Iron something to off. There is something strange in the air something…
Weird.
I’m at a different point in my life where I see the bullshit everywhere now. In movies, in the news and in the face of the decade that conveys every bit of contempt I have for the rulers of the west. They won’t stop. They set this face in front of me and it conveys the depths of what is clown world. This is the face of NFL Football.
What do I have against Taylor Swift? Nothing at all. Average looking, flat chest, no ass having chick with a good work effort. It’s the fuckers that keep reminding me about this chick I didn’t give a fuck about that are my problem. It is a personal hobby of mean to live my life ignoring shit I don’t give a fuck about. I realized later in life the beauty of admitting I don’t give a fuck about certain things but there are people in this life that do. More power to you but for me but please one day acknowledge the people that don’t give a fuck about your shit or at least leave us the fuck alone about your shit.
I grimanced put a hand over my mouth. “Target located. I’m following her to the location now. Copy. Hang tight.” I said and continued tailing the target. What the hell was she doing in the red district at 2 in the morning.
I followed her a distance until she got to the small hide away bar sandwiched between a bike store and somebody’s place.
I waited a bit as she went inside and got settled inside then I approuched the place and opened the door and took in the place. President Sergio ignored me as she stared at the bartender who looked uneasy up at her smiling nervously.
“Herold. Can I please have a cold Phoenix, please.”
I frowned and took a seat at the bar slapping down a physical ebs card. “I got five in my account can I get the same.”
“Coming up!” Herold said.
“What the fuck?! Herold. I’m not a kid. Give me a damn beer please.”
I frowned as Herold scanned my card and then slapped a beer on the bar in front of me. “She a teenager or something?”
“None of your business drink your beer and get the hell out.”
“Herold. I already paid for the beer. I want what I paid for.”
“I tried to forward you a refund? Just accept my-“
“Give me the damn beer or I’m going sue your ass for theft and discrimination against a social and political class.”
Interesting. All this fuss over a beer?! What the fuck was going on? I took a look at Bar Keeper. His eyes were shifty and the old bastard’s bald head was wet with sweat. He was afraid of President Sergio. Today was a bad for him because I came to put the squeeze on his ass until he told me everything.
“She sounds like a corpo. You better give her the beer you racist piece of shit or she’ll stomp your ass out in civil court.” I advised him.
Herold looked at me. “You with her? I ain’t do nothing to her father. I’ve been ran through the mud by Authority all day. I had my whole place turned up and down. I’m innocent.”
He lied smoothly. This was going to be fun. I held up the beer. “I’m just a working runner trying to get one beer finally from a hard week of little work. My mate won’t give me some ass either and I can’t afford some pretty new ass too so your my entertainment for the night. You still haven’t opened my beer.”
Herold was looking at me closely. “How much Sergio paid you? I ain’t done nothing to him and ain’t selling nothing to his kid.”
“Are you my body guard. I saw you following me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were a model and I was staring at your ass. I saw you coming in this bar and then got a look at your face as I was coming in and knew I couldn’t afford you. Bodyguard?! You mean that big mother fucker across the street with the Max P9. Oh I thought he was your pimp. Hey. Old man. Could you open my damn beer, please.”
Herold glared at me buying into my act and came over to open my beer and hand it back to me. President Sergio still didn’t buy my act though. I nodded to her but didn’t drink the beer. “Are you open to a-“
“-No. Drink your beer.” She said. “Herold. I just lost my Dad and twenty-five thousand valuation on my company in status. This was his favorite drinking spot. I came get a taste of his favorite beer and leave. I ain’t here for bullshit. Give me a damn beer or I’m going to sue you, take your bar and have your old ass sent to the pin for fucking with me the day my Dad passed away.””
“Holy shit. This shit is getting good. She’s got your ass jammed up. What you going to do Herold? ” I said just to turn up the tension in the room.
Herold calmly got out a beer bottle from under the bar popped it open and set it down in front of her. “Here’s your beer, bitch. I hope you enjoy it.”
President Sergio smiled and slid it back to him. “Drink it.”
There it was. Herold went motionless. “What?!” He said.
President Sergio drew out her P58. “I said drink it. Drink it all down. Every last drop. Do it right now.”
Hmm. Interesting. I saw the play now. The beer. Whoever transported the beer here was the one that got Sergio jammed up. That’s all I needed to know.
Herold looked at me. “Fifty thousand ebs. Kill her and it’s yours.”
I frowned at him. “I ain’t no solo.. It’s just a beer bro. Drink up.” I said smiled at him showing him my real face. He was a dead man. The beer was his best option I wasn’t going to make his end quick and painless.
Herold looked away from me to the beer and picked it up with a shaky hand.
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Short hand: Fast paced straight to the point story staring Danny Vito as Mr. Larry the Liquidator” Garfield about a corporate takeover of a business for the soul purpose of shit canning one division so that the corporation as a whole can make more money so that the business can be stripped of the assets and sold off in pieces.
Larry is an honest business man that doesn’t waste any time in bullshiting around but lays it out on the table and tells you how it fucking is. He is in your face and telling you what he wants and he don’t give a fuck how you feel about it because he’s coming to get the bag..
There ain’t no shame to Larry’s game and he’s got the balls and money to back up his talk.
This is a beloved movie from my childhood that inspired me to one day become a investor. It’s a fast paced elegent dance and game of making money that gets me. There is a comedy and romance to make it more digestible to the general audience that are for the most part consumers. The writing and directing of the film is smooth like slick talking Bronx millionaire.
Another thing about the romance…Larry ain’t leading his life by his dick. He’s in it for the money and if the chick ain’t down with the way his is going well….the chick is going to fall in line and bring him the fucking bag because energy around top tier alpha makes a chick’s clothes melt off. Larry is HIM.
I really thought about this all week. I’m going to say I love my shit. I love writing shit that is just off the wall crazy, sexy and down and dangerous weird. Everything just flows out of my imagination and drive to experiment and test concepts of fiction, dreams, politics and comedy. Mixing them all in a bowl in my mind and pouring out words from my finger-tips out into one website.
Growing up Willy Wonka & The chocolate Factory (1971)
That’s my jam. I kept thinking of a moment before Willy opens the door and tells his guests that they’re about to walk into the main room of his factory where all his dreams and visions come true. A paradise of Willy’s creation and imagination.
I love the movie. That’s my childhood right there. I thought about my blog and what it’s become over a few short years of rebranding and re-focus. It’s almost close to becoming my own little Chocolate Factory but online. A nice little spot. Where you the reader or drive by surfer of the internet gets a delight for the day or week.
I’ve always loved comedy. Def Jam Comedy another favorite my childhood. I think of the most glorious times of my life was when I was crying tears of pure joy as I fought to breath from laughing so hard.
That’s what this space is to me. Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory of imagination and a Def Jam Comedy specials. It’s a place where we are just here to have so fucking fun with song bird language being the sweet delight to internal voice. The love of the written language is my jam and I just can’t life to seriously. Especially when life’s moments are just too damn funny not to laugh about it. I need imagination and a good laugh.
I built something special here and now it’s time to put some steroids’ in this shit. I got ideas about where I want to take the site and my blog and I’m going to experiment and enjoy taking it to the limits of my imagination.
I really do. I want to start a fake weird circus fight that just the exchange of words between opponents will be the funniest shit around or funny to me at least. I would put on my game face.
I haven’t read any of Rushdie’s book but this one book is the one book I want to read for simple fact it’s something I want to study and read at the same time.
I found out about this book from a book nerd that reviewed the book and loved it.
I liked his passionate about the book and the style of the storytelling. The idea behind the story just made me want to not only read the book but the genre and style of a mixture magical realism.
reasons I haven’t read the book yet.
I’ve been writing books and have a back log of other books I’ve read and enjoyed.
Time. My time is kinda tight right now with writing and joggling between my day career and business interests.
I just haven’t made the time.
The last point is the most important. Making the time to buy the book and read it. Is the hardest part for me right now. Making the time to read a book is something I never thought I would have in the later part of my life.
The loud noise (music?) that blared at me from the speaker system and scent from the smoke machines at the corners of the club put me on edge. Memories of the last time I had been here came at me like the nightmares I had almost every night in my cell. I should have let Largo come in without me first.
“How you doing?” Large asked but he knew. Of course he knew.
I shook my head. “Remind me of what Whitehall looks like. I need something to focus on. What did Hexi say he looked like?”
“He’s corpo pale face. Neon blue eyes. Overweight. Slick dressed.”
I glared at the crowd and saw more then enough corporate executives in the crowd that matched that description. “What the hell?! Why are there so many-“
“-There’s a immigrant transplant convention of merchants that have come in recently into the dream realm. Their doing a lot of business in the purple district. The local corpos needed some space from the invader trash.”
“Fuck! Don’t we got enough fucking invaders come in filling up the damn city. Come on. We’ll stake a spot at the bar until we see em.” I said and started pushing and shoving my way to the bar through the crowd.
Only a few young males who tried to push back but they didn’t move me only succeeded in getting pushed aside. But, then a girl got in my way. She looked up at me. Her gaze was magic and lightning. It was like a punch to my gut.
I stared at her and wondered if I was dreaming. She smiled at me taking my hand and leading toward the bar where a empty seat was waiting for me. I found myself seating down staring at her frowning. Largo was behind me ordering a drink not fazed by the girl being here.
I leaned closer toward her. “LB. What are you doing here?”
LB grinned. “I wanted to see you, Sugar and help you out a bit.”
I waved away her comment. “I’m good. I’m just a little rusty. You doing alright?”
LB snorted in laughter. “I’m fantastic baby. Cy is taking me out after he gets off work tonight. It’s our anniversary. You got a long night ahead for you though, cowboy.” She said and looked over at a tall Corpo in blue blazer suit and description of Whitehall.
Whitehall was also standing next to some Strag in thin hot pink dress looking for Jon to turn into some fast credits. A big sum-ah-bitch tall alien with green eyes was standing close to him. He most be the bodyguard. He had elemental fire-kin eyes with a black Mohawk dressed in a tight black suit. Folding his ass wasn’t going to be easy but I wasn’t going to back away from the challenge. I nodded my head. “I do. A lot of aliens in town lately around here.”
LB nodded and reached into her leather jacket pocket. She pulled out a physical silver ebs card and held it out to me. “Sure is. Would you do me a solid?”
“Which one? Already got a job on one of them.” I said.
“The big one and two other assholes outside. I saved up 35 ebs on my account.” She said.
“I’m on your zone.” I held out my hand and she placed it on my palm. I felt a change in hand as it closed around the card and I quickly pocketed it away.
LB gave me a kiss on the cheek before she grinned at me and then walked away swaying her hips as she disappearing into the crowd.
Largo tapped my shoulder. “Bro. We got trouble-“
I frowned at his tone and turned to see Cooper and his brats rolling in to the club. Cooper took one look at me and stared. I didn’t have time for this shit.
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“What the fuck is this shit? Where the fuck is your workstation?” I demanded as I came in to Hexi’s lab/apartment. She didn’t look up in greeting.
Hexi flipped me off with jerky quick move before returning her hand back to her keyboard. “I had to sell my furniture and other shit to pay the rent. What the fuck do you want? You got a job for me or are you here for some ass?”
I got out my Datapad shaking my head. “I need you to find me a lead on a fucker called Archbold Whitehall. If you needed some credits you should have called me up. I told you, I got you.”
Hexi shook her head and started typing fast eyes focused on another screen as she worked. to get my information. “Twenty-five thousandth credits for a agreed upon relationship. It’s a one time payment until then we’re just part time partners in limited civil agreement.”
I looked over my shoulder at Omarion to see him frowning at me. He didn’t say nothing. But I knew what he was thinking. I looked back at Hexi to see her gaze looking up at my brother. “This is my brother, Omarion. Bro, This is Hexi Lightfoot, a business associate of mean. He just got out. We’re doing a job?”
“Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in like this into your place. We would appreciate your services. Miss Lightfoot.”
She smiled at him. “A gentleman. That is a change of pace. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Astro. Your brother told me a little about you but I found the rest out easily enough. Are you looking for a lot of work?”
Omarion smiled. “I’m looking to be busy for the entire rest of my life with work. What you got for me, Miss Lightfoot. I’m at your service for the asking.”
Hexi smiled like a cat with a mouse in her sight. “I found him and a great many things happening tonight all in one place. Lightning Baby’s luck is with you tonight. If you make big tonight. I want half of the pay from the jobs you aquire over the next forty-eight hours. Agreed?”
“Hey! Wait a damn minute here-“
“Agreed. Where is he?”
Hexi smiled. “Club Zane. Red District. I’m sure you remember the place. Remember. Lightning Baby’s luck is with you tonight Big Brother. Take advantage of her offers.”
Omarion nodded his head. “Thanks Sis. When I come back hopfully it will be with some credits to replace your workstation arrangements. Later. Largo. Let’s head out. Looks like we’ll be finishing our first job faster then I expected.” He said turning and heading to the front door.
I stared at Hexi. “We need to talk later.”
She rolled her eyes and looked down at her computer screen. “We’ll talk when you pay me 25k credits into my account. Otherwise your just looking to get some ass and a back rub. Fuck all that noise.”
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Ron Desantis is out and there are some candidates still….fuck all the bullshit it’s Trump vs His royal highness Joe Biden the commander and Chief of the Clown party Empire…
The outcome at the end of the rainbow doesn’t matter at this point. The migrant invasion of over a million and above will be a interesting pot of gold everyone in America will be tasting for next hundred years but really we’ll probably see the immediate outcome by 2033.
Don’t get me wrong the U.S. currency is more of a immediate concern for me personally. The shift over into the new system is coming so I have to be ready for that.. I’m down for whatever. I’m a nine percent kind ah guy.
Fifty percent of Americans don’t give fuck because they’re eating their tv dinners and watching the news hoping for someone to put Trump under the jail. The forty percent are welcoming everybody in with open arms, love simp-pity and all that bullshit. The nine percent are prepared for whatever or have gotten the fuck out Tombstone before somebody says draw. America is divided on all fronts but when the Gunsmoke clears we’ll be here but hopefully all the assholes will be gone from passing themselves to death out of fear.
My predictions for the election. The fight to put Trump out will heat up even more come November. It’s a tush up who will pull the must tricks but hey in between all that we’re in the season of goble war War WARS!!!
I was coming to the end of a tunnel of flashing lights. It felt like I was moving without moving. I realized just as I came out of the Virtual simulation and I realized I was wearing a headset decker. I took it off blinked several times as I looked around a very that I was sitting in Sergio’s office. He was seated by the window staring off as the sun set behind the blue tower buildings of Newark City State. I tried to get up but then fell back because my head was spinning.
“How long was I in?
“It should have only been a year.” Sergio said. “How much time do you remember?”
“Twelve months. Thirteen days and seven hours. I counted.”
Terry nodded. “What did you do? Did you get any reading done? Did you learn anything?”
I glared at his profile. “I read twenty books at the library on business management and trading and even got a certificate in trading and personal finance. I was looking to apply for Corpo trading license to buy and sell in the market. Now I got shit all because it was all a fucking VR SIM. Bastard. All that work for nothing but to fuck with my head.” I said and threw the headset at him.
Terry sighed, shaking his head. He reached inside his pocket and removed a datapad. “The VR SIM is an official device from the PIN Warden. All time served inside the set counts as a prison bid, and all certificates earned count as special education accounted to your personal ID account. Here, look,” he said and threw it to me.
I caught it and looked at my ID profile and information on my education to see, I had still had my certificates I had earned in the SIM and they counted as real in the real world. I shook my head. “I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Did you call in a favor for me and-“
“The PIN is full at the moment with inmates. This is Authority and the Kings have been looking into expanding into other forms of imprisonment for special cases like yourself. You were lucky in away though from your expression you may don’t feel that way. You were in for full day in real world time but the VR experience made it real enough. So. You did your time. You now have a bit of education and experience of what the PIN feels like. Once you go Corpo you won’t be bound by constraining Nomad laws that limit your freedom. Congratulations. You can leave now.”
I started to say to something then something accrued to me. I had his Datapad. I quickly brought up Sergio’s file and stared at the long list of his digital education in business finances, programming and the military information that listed all the weapons he was traded in doing and his main focus in his past life being hunting and detection.
Sergio smiled at me. “Are you done being a busy body about my ID history. I would like my Datapad back. Please.”
I got up carefully this time and when I was sure I could walk without throwing up. I walked over to Sergio and handed it to him. “I made a promise to you.”
“Thanks. You better be getting on your way. You have a life to make for yourself. Oh. I’m loaning you 25k ebs for you start yourself out. It’s also the standard fee the Corpo business offices desire for you to join into the business guild. It’s already been forwarded to an account in your name. The password is Serg991b. You can change it at your pleasure. No. No. Don’t look at me like that. I’m loaning the ebs. Your still damn well going to pay me back little sister. On your way. I’ve got to find some jobs tonight.”
“Your an asshole.”
Sergio shrugged. “What about it? Everyone has to be one to someone and you have to have one at the end of their own ass so are you going to cry about me being one to you? Because I don’t give a damn either way. Go away. Miss West.”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I’m Debra Sergio now. You got a job to do okay. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be applying for a trader position today. I’ll take the floor of your office as a bed and I’ll pay you back by being a good daughter to you.”
Sergio glared at me. “I would prefer my 25k ebs back.”
I shrugged. “Tough luck. I didn’t promise you I would give you the money back and I didn’t ask for it. So it looks like your out of 25k ebs and bough yourself a daughter. Congratulation.”
“Fucking hell!”
END OF SERIES 1…..
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I arrived at the cell door to find it empty. I felt a bit of headache from entry in. Where the hell was that girl?
“Pops!”
I turned and frowned at Debra in a prison purple uniform jump suit. She looked pale but well built and still in her right mind. That was good. “Your time is up! You ready to get out.”
Debra frowned but then froze and then hurried past me inside and checked her calendar on the wall and marks and realized. “Holy shit. It’s today. Hold on. Let me get my stuff.”
“No need. Debra! DEBRA!! Debra look at me.” I told her.
Debra finally did and her face was wet with tears. “I thought I had miss counted. I thought. I thought.”
I nodded. “I know. I know. But it’s over. Do you remember the last time you were in my office before they took you to the PIN?”
Debra frowned but nodded. “You sat me down and but a headset over my eyes to get me to relax a bit before I went in but all I did was played a few games and stressed out until they came. The waiting as the frustrating part at the time. I should have enjoyed that time more and not-“
“Debra. Put your right finger to your temple and push. No. No. don’t ask me anymore questions just do what I ask. Now.”
Debra frowned but did as I said and the world turned off….
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