There once was a young cop who was in charge of a small area of the city. Just a beat cop walking around, his presence was supposed to stop petty theft and other petty crimes. He drank on the job. He went to bars and brothels, he did illegal drugs from time to time. He never made any arrests or got caught doing anything illegal. If anyone dared to cross him he would tell other cops where to look for leads to get his enemies arrested or make their lives more difficult. He was like a pendulum finding the balance between the criminals and the cops. Without crime he'd be unemployed, with too much crime he'd be dead. People didn't respect his badge, so much as they respected that he was the default cop. The only one to not be the heavy hand of the law, but more of an ombudsmen of the law. To negotiate between the criminal and the cop. He circulated the money keeping the rich from getting too rich and the poor from becoming too poor. It was a risky way to live, but no one wanted to kill a cop, especially one who tried to create a balance of power as well as a balance of laws.

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Well, I might come back to this later.

Met Vanessa at the bar after Patty's funeral, "Why didn't you ever settle down? Why did you spend so much time and energy on Patty? I mean she never even remembered your birthday. You kept trying to call her on special occasions and all she did was say thanx. I really don't understand you, why didn't you ever get a girlfriend?" said Vanessa just straight from the hip.

I drank in my beer then drank in what she said. I starred at my reflection in the glass. I had started brushing me teeth and washing my hair. I was trying to look respectable for her, not myself. And in the end...I was still ugly. Inside and out. I wrapped my hand around the glass until it shattered in my hand cutting shards into my hand, I flicked some at her and the rest at the floor. Then I angrily replied, "I'll never settle down, I get stir crazy being in one place too long. I spent time with her cause I liked her, she made me feel things I had never felt before. She never felt anything for me, but I couldn't and didn't want to ignore the way she made me feel." Then I slapped her with my right hand that still had a few pieces of glass still in it. I ripped her skin from one side of her face to the other. "Besides, after everything I ever did, all the times we hung out, why didn't you ever express an interest in wanting me to be YOUR boyfriend!?" I pushed her to the ground. Did I fuck up? Did I waste my life waiting for something that would never come? Is it worth fretting over the past? I went and broke into a gas station and stole some fireworks and set them all off at once and watched the sky dance in light. It's time to shed my skin. It's time to travel. It's time to forget all of this and begin somewhere else all over again.

 

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Ramblin'. I wanted to get my main character back to his vicious, rebellious self-centered self. She's gone. She's buried. It's all over. Now I can take a breather, rewrite this thing before continuing with the series. Or continuing with one of my other stories. Yippee!! Done the Patty Story for now...

I saw Patty in a long flowing dark blue dress that showed off her cleavage. The dress showed off her figure and she walked with poise and confidence, she seemed to levitate off the ground as she walked. She even had make up on. It was the first and last time I ever saw her in a dress, or with make up. When she saw me she smiled and seemed to fall back to the earth. There was something beautiful even in that like a flower that has bloomed during the day and closes back up at night. She took a sissor from a drawer and held it between the with the two blades spread wide apart. In one flowing movement she stabbed the dress a few inches above the waste down to her knee. She discarded the dress like a chick from an egg or a butterfly from a cocoon. Underneath the dress she wore a white undershirt and jogging pants. She said she didn't feel comfortable in a dress and make up, she just wanted to try them out one last time. She told me that she had done more in her life than she thought possible. She had experienced many friendships and many different types of friendship. She had felt a great deal of emotion from some people and it made her uncomfortable. She told me that I made her uncomfortable sometimes, but she knew it was never my intention. When you love someone and you know they will die soon it's very difficult to know how to react to them. It wasn't supposed to happen this fast.

 

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Well, I've almost got all my ideas for my short series of Patty in Not This Macho. Still I have to re edit the whole thing and add my main character drinking, or smoking or something. I've got to get him back to his dark and brooding ways now that Patty is gone.  I got the idea about the dress thing after seeing an interpretive dance thing at the Shoe Box. Wendy was there with her son. At the beginning of some of the dances he would say, "uh oh!" followed shortly after by, "oh no!" His voice carried through most of the theatre making everyone laugh. It was great. My favorite was "I'd like to..." by Corinne Bailey Rae and danced to by Abigail Acquah. The dance and song were equally very good. It's amazing to find things like this that are free. It's just finding the right people or reading the right poster at the right time. Hmm, 4am. Should I really be getting up, or should I try to go back to sleep? Aah, was going to try to write another margin bit for Vicky's Story, but forgot what it was again. Aah, enough writing here for...this morning.

He was an old Chinese man who played the piano whenever he saw one that wasn't being used. They say that when he played he would call upon his 88 closest friends one for each note. It was like he was having conversations with them be the way looked and how long he held a key even after playing it. They say most of the key spirits were people that died in a war that he fought in and others were women that he left while taking a break from the war. Each one had an effect on his life and couldn't let them go. They say that just by playing a song he could make a piano go back into tune.

 

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I think the Chinese guy is named Lang Lang that kinda inspired this story, only Lang is very young and I'm not sure how I will connect all these characters to Vicky yet, but it will be a very good story once I figure out how to do it.

It'll probably take me five years to really sit down and rewrite Not This Macho and come up with better prose.

 

Patty is single once again. She was going around the US setting up KTV machines in bars and encouraging patrons to sing songs. Her boyfriend couldn't stand her being away for such a long time so he broke up with her. Rumor is she's thinking of me once again. How I never left her side and gave her all the space she needed. Hard to believe that she would still think of me after all this time. I loved her, I'd ask her out and she'd say no with a cute little smile. My love was a broken boomerang I through it and it never returned. Later she did go out with me, but always with other friends of hers. Maybe I was jealous or greedy and didn't want to share her with anyone else. When you feel something as strong as love you have to find the best ways of expressing it. And no matter how good you are at expressing your love for another person it doesn't mean that their love will return to you.

 

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Well, this story didn't make the cut...I'm not sure where I'd put this along with all the others, but I'm putting it down anyway just to sort of...Hehe, I don't know remember that old song by the Flash Girls, the one called Post-Mortem Of Our Love written by Neil Gaiman. A little CSI: Love to examine every inch of the corpse and the room to figure out what went wrong, and maybe just maybe learn from my mistakes, hehe. I can write fiction, I can't rewrite life. Cheers!

Well, there was a time when I kidnapped little girls for ransom. I had to stop because my cellphone provider kept dropping my calls creating a great deal of problems. See that guy over there? he used to be a cop, he'd rape and kill women on his holidays. It took the police 5 years to figure out it was him. They sent him here instead of prison because the women he raped and killed had ties to politicians that, um, made bring the whole thing to trial would cause much embarrassment and damage control. It's hard to say whether he knew what he was doing or not.

I want to build a character who lives alone away from the rest of the world. This character has found a way to resurect the dead so the ghosts can keep him company and to keep him from feeling lonely. He usually has five ghosts around at a time; three girls and two guys. Eventually the lonely guy dies and more and more ghosts escape thru the portal he has created. His grandson who has moved to America can read his grandfathers notes and might be able to stop the ghosts. I've really got to start thinking about how I want to put all of my tiny ideas together to make a coherent story. Man, it's difficult giving myself deadlines!!

Two cops outside the interogation room looking in.

 

Cop 1: He didn't do it did he?

 

Cop 2: Nope. But if he thinks about it he should know who the killer is.

 

Cop 1: So they'll just keep interogating him until he cracks.

 

Cop 2: Well, if he confesses it saves time and paper work.

 

Cop 1: And the bad guy goes free.

 

Cop 2: Actually, heh, it's not that easy. See, this guy has a mental problem when his mind gets stuck on a problem his vision and mind go into blinder mode and all he sees is the problem. We'll get some guys to help him bust out of jail in two weeks. He isn't guilty anyway so he'll either kill the murderer or he'll bugger off and become someone elses problem. Either way it's a win for us.

 

Cop 1: Man, he doesn't deserve this, besides, the woman that was murdered deserved it. She was playing three sides of a fence.

 

Cop 2: You have to stop looking at right and wrong. Stop thinking of Them as human. Punch in punch out and try to stay out of the way of those with power. You could lose your life, job or sanity if you don't.

 

pause

 

Cop 1: The guy in the interogation room used to be a cop didn't he? That's how you know how he'll react?

 

Cop 2: Heh, it's good for a recruit to know how their career could end up if they don't play their cards right.

 

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This is from a cop show I was going to write about a few drunk ex cops and some criminals funding ghetto schools. Basically private schools for poor people. Imagine a sort of backwards world of celebrity, police and education.

She was incredibly smart. She could have learned to speak many different languages. She could have been an awesome painter. She was both mentally and physically challenged. When she would hear a topic that interested her she would yell incomprehensibly. Just like when she really hated something. Without being able to express herself in a way that could be understood or apreciated by others her interest in life and learning waned. People say she has the intellect of a 9 year old. How would they feel if they knew she was highly intelligent? Without anyone supporting her or trying to communicate with her. Her impairment was so high that normal sign language wouldn't work. Creating a whole new system of communication for just one person was impractical by government and other sources.

 

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Wish I knew a way to end this successfully.

24 hour schools24 Hour School
Category: School, College, Greek

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if elementary schools and
highschools were open 24 hours a day. A kid wishes to get help can just go
back to school and get a different teacher or parent to help with simple
problems. The kid could pay a small amount of money to pay for the school
and for the teacher/tutor. Parents could also go to school and relearn math
skills, or computer skills. A lot of the classes I would like to see in a 24 hour
school are basically study and refresher classes that would compliment an
elementary, highschool or university student. Or even just people off the street
who are interested in higher learning, but don't want to pay for an expensive
class, or don't have the time to become a student. In my 24 hour school the
students get to learn what they need and not be dictated to by a school
schedule. By learning what you need and practicing it through repitition in a
school setting like this would have been very beneficial for myself and would
have saved me a great deal of time and money. Why should schools be
closed down for so many hours when there are so many things to learn? With
schools getting more money education would have to get better as students
would demand to learn more and see education not as a simple memory
excercise but an interactive way to find a career that would make them happy
and always expanding their horizons.

 

 

 Deleted Scene: Japanese Restaurant
Category: Writing and Poetry

I walked into a japanese restaurant. While waiting for a table I saw many pictures of the same three Japanese guys outside different restaurants in Japan. In each photo they were carrying large guns, not sure if they were water pistols or real guns. I was greeted by a very nice lady who kept bowing after seeing me. I think she was hestitating to let me into the restaurant. Possibly hoping I didn't come alone, possibly wasn't sure how to deal with a white guy speaking English. She sat me at a table alone in the middle of the room where I was able to take a good look at most of the restaurant. After getting sake I got up and had a closer look. I looked at an odd wall of bowls and chopsticks. On the bottom of each bowl was a name, phone no. and company name. I could tell this because I had recieved enough meishi (business cards) in my lifetime. On the chopsticks were possibly prose of some kind. On another wall were some very beautiful pictures of cars, houses and landscapes. In each picture one of the three men were somewhere off in the distance. In the picture of the car the shortest one was walking by on the street in the crowd. In the picture of the house, a silhoute of the bigger man in an upstairs window, and the tall one was fishing off in the distance in the landscape picture. A man came up behind and said, "Onega- I mean have you looked at the menu yet sir?" I turned around and looked at him, he was in his mid twenties and not sure if I was deserving of any respect. But he'd give me the benefit of the doubt at least for now. I told him I'd look at the menu. Some Japanese ragae music started playing, as opposed to the fake traditional stuff they were playing before. I sat back down and ordered some sushi. The waitresses stood behind the cooks peering out at me the now lone costumer in the place. They were expecting someone. Not a white guy. Maybe a food critic, maybe a health inspector. Movie star?

Old Man: You are on quite an interesting quest, Prince Vicky.

 

Vicky: What do you mean old man? I'm just eating a sandwich.

 

Old Man: I have seen you with your backpack entering the

university. You quest for knowledge. I have also seen you questing

for friends, excitement and challenge.

 

Vicky: Doesn't everyone have a dream and wish to follow it?

 

Old Man: No. Unfortunately, most don't have the money or the ambition.

You have both and more. You should meet up with the lady Fiery Eyes

she can do more than teach you, she will advise you on your strengths

and weaknesses. She will properly show you the possible paths for an

exciting and enjoyable life.

 

Vicky: And you will be my guide?

 

Old Man: Yes, if you'll have me.

 

Vicky looks a little disgusted at the perverted old man. And then a little accusingly.

 

Vicky: And if you become my guide, what will I have to give you in exchange?

 

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Sometimes taking classes is like religion. A teacher preaches to students, telling them how

to think, feel and do things. Conform to the teachers' point of view or fail.  Other teachers

give out facts and tools on how to get information, then ask the students to make an

informed conclusion about the best way to proceed. I'd like to throw these kinds of things

into this story, however, these stories are taking far too long.

 

I saw Patty a few days ago she bought me a couple of beers and took me out on the dance floor. She's one hell of a dancer, I couldn't keep up, I'm no dancer. But I'm guessing most guys couldn't keep up with her anyway. She's so smooth and cool it didn't bother her at all that I couldn't find the beat. She's so sweet. So good to me. But she doesn't want me as anything more than a friend. This time when I saw her I was really surprised and happy to see her. I didn't even mention anything about her dying in 18 months. We talked about what we had done since our last meeting. It was good to catch up. She broke up with her boyfriend a little after he proposed to her and had started going from town to town setting up karaoke machines and competitions. An odd job that fit well with her restless heart. I met her in a bar while I was thinking over Zed's job that he wanted me to do. It's odd how you don't see any of your friends and then all at once they just appear out of nowhere.

When she went to the bathroom I talked to a guy who would drink, laugh and then cry. He seemed to be having a messed up life so I decided to ask him what was going on. He said he worked for social services. He'd try to help young girls get back into society away from drugs and sex and violence. Then to relax he'd hit a bar like this one and see some of the girls he tried to help fall prey to the exact same things he'd try to prevent. I told him not to worry about it too much it's mostly just a fear of the unknown. Everyone usually slips into a pattern and it's really hard to break, like reminding a girl the doctor says she won't live very long. I have no idea how to break people away from their fears, from their patterns. I can't even think of how to break the patterns in myself, but I'm working on it. Well, Patty set up the karoke machine and went to work, I stayed and listened to her sing, she's awesome!! I waved goodbye, there'd be no chance for me to talk with her until the bar closed and she lugged the machine out and back into her car. She'd be really tired by then anyway. Besides, I had to think of Zed's job.

Her house was full of shiny black surfaces and mirrors and windows, outside her windows were neon signs that lit the rooms red, green, etc. Her bathroom was white and in the toilet bowl was a picture of that at first glance seemed rather simplistic a picture of a valley with some clouds, but if you looked more closely you could see a canoe in the steam at the bottom of the valley and many different animals flying and hiding in the trees. I asked her if she had done the toilet bowl art and she smiled and said no, a friend of hers, Natsuko did it. Many of her friends drank too much and why not give them something interesting to look at when they're...You know...

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Crap!! Still haven't thrown the insects back in! But I'm slowly getting to it.

It's an mp3 player, a cellphone, and it fits in your ear!!! Not only that, it's a hearing aid, and I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!!

 

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If I was to invent anything it would be that and glasses that showed movies. So when you're bored behind a counter, or waiting for a friend, etc, just hit a button and watch a vid while waiting, also using digital tech to zoom in and out to help read etc you know instead of bifocals n stuff. Now, gimme money so I can get rich :P

 

She wore jewelery; earings necklaces, bracelets, etc. She walked around aimlessy inside a park downtown businesswomen and men would come by and attach their multiple machines into the cords around her body uploading, downloading and transfering information. She was blind, and mentally unstable she had three servants to feed her, clean her, and keep people away when she slept. Some wondered if she knew she was alive. If she knew how vital she was to everyone, what she thought about if anything at all.

I went up to her one day and asked her these questions she told me that she felt like a match maker. She'd take a man and a woman's hand and connect the two. Carress the two hands together. She truly knew what life was about. Interaction. Feeling, touching, smelling, sensing everything she could, by every means necessary. Why don't I try to experience things in a simpler, less electronic impersonal way? Some called her the Human Vessel, others called her the H Pod.

 

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I just got an iPod nano. Looking at all the wires for everything...I wonder if someone will evenually be hooked up to all of these appliances prostituting the services...I wonder if I could open an iPod store where all of these applications can interact with each other and the people that showed up could have a brew or coffee or something. Put up a poster like, "Don't bomb the world. Change the world!" Maybe I should go downtown and pan handle for my own little cafe?

I think I'll continue writing my short stories after this semester, but I will continue with the crusty bits that fall off. I hear some people are creating stores that don't sell items made in sweat shops. Great. Now, instead of having a kid working 12 hours a day to help his or her family they can go back to being slaves or prostituting themselves problem solved. I like that some people are showing some interest in the world, I like that they are trying to be creative, but I think the underlying problem is still there.

Putting a bandaid over a cut is great, but if there's internal bleeding have you really done anything at all? I'm not sure what the next step should be, but I hope someone at least thinks about it.

Forgiving the debt of third world countries again is a possible step in the right direction, but there should still be more done. I'm not an educated person but is there a way to put a canvass down and poke holes for plants to grow? Is there a way to create moisture and shade and keep soil together? Is there a way to build up an economy without consistently going into debt?

I'll be trying to figure this out while chucking it into my community service story.

She was very quiet and very smart she saw a problem, and knew of a solution, but she was shy. So very shy. And hoped someone would ask her short simple questions so she could relay the information. Of course people didn't know she was smart because she rarely talked and when she did she was never very succinct.

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Not exactly sure how I want this story to go, but I do like the beginning.

Anyone know if there's an organization that binds paper back into a log-type thingy and sends it off to the third world? I'd be curious how that works. Or if anyone out there is trying to mess with mother nature by finding a way to create trees that can survive on little water and live in the desert, or is it the dessert you know what I mean.

It was hard to say where she ended and the insects began. Her hair was black and she always wore black, white, and red. The first day I saw her was at a house party. She was wearing a white blouse, a black skirt and a red scarf around her waist she looked like many other women. Beautiful. But there was something strange about her as well. In her clothes there were several sparkles that didn't seem to glitter from light, and sometimes these pieces of clothe would flee her body. I was enchanted. She knew how to make an entrance, and I decided to show her that I too knew how to make an entrance. That's right, I burped and farted creating a direct path to her. She starred at me like I had, well just burped and farted. Then I bowed from the waist down, she smirked and offered me her hand. I walked her out to the dance floor where I proceeded to sweep her off her feet. If of course I wasn't stepping on them.

When the night was over I drove her home we were able to slide thru several police checkpoints on her smile alone. The streets in her neighborhood were all jagged one blocks with dead ends I imagined an ariel view of the area looking like a giant piece of broken glass with cars looking like tiny fire flies moving about the edges. Even if I was sober driving her home there'd be no way to remember all little half rights and half lefts that I'd have to make. I kissed her on the cheek and thought that would be that. Perhaps I'm a little too noble to push my way in on a first meeting, I mean it wasn't even a first date.

She closed the door and I starred at it for about a minute trying to think if I had missed something. I got her name it was Cammy - crap!! I never got her phone no. and her address would be useless anyway. Just then she opened the door and looked at me with eyes wide and mouth dropped open. After regaining her composer she asked me if I wanted to go on our first date. I laughed and said of course. She said she didn't have much money so she asked if I wouldn't mind staying in and watching Fear Of A Black Hat. From the porch there was a staircase going down to the main floor. At first glance the stategically placed mirrors looked like fun house mirrors, but on second glance they were placed to enhance certain, um, attributes. I wasn't sure if I should be looking at her or the mirrors that showed her off. When I looked at her eyes she was looking at the mirrors around me. It was kind of nerve-racking to have be looked at like that, but then being looked at that way by a beautiful woman was kinda flattering.

 

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First Edit Comment: Crap, when do I go back to talking about the insects? Sheesh! I gotta stop checking out www.suicidegirls.com  so I can go back to the original inspiration for this story.

 

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Original Comment: I'd write more, but I hate the fact I work tonite at 11pm. Happy Freakin New Year!! Next week will be New Years anyone wanna join me??

You know I used to wish people a Merry Christmas. I said this phrase with different meanings, as an apology to the people in the service industry who were working on holidays while angry customers wanted their attention, as a greeting a way to say something pleasant to a perfect stranger a way of feeling a rapport or commonality between others. These days I say it just to see if anyone will get upset. So far no Asians have gotten upset, but I wonder about people from the middle east and what they would say. I used to go Christmas Carolling you can't do that anymore, because too many people might get upset.

This year I thought about getting really drunk telling Jews that I was offended by their yamakas (whatever their hats are called) and tell them I'd feel better if their hats were called doilies. Then I'd got to the people of the middle east and say turbans and beards offended me and change the names to ridiculous silly names. I thought about getting some crosses and one of those Christmas or Holiday Trees and stick it upside down with some upside down crosses next to it so I could have a Satanic Tree.

Look, I don't try telling people what to wear and how to behave. Within reason I feel everyone is entitled to a religion and or religious holidays. I hafve no problem with Christmas being about presents, the birth of Jesus Christ, Chanukah, families reuniting along with rekindling old friendships.

If your religion is to kill all other religions Jyhad, Durka Durka-style, sorry I have little patience for you and your beliefs. If you believe in Tenrikyu, Cathars, Chrisitanity, etc I don't mind you at all. If you become exteremists and withhold food and shelter to convert people I do have a problem with you. Cohersion is something I can't stand. If you don't believe in Santa Claus or Jesus Christ, it's cool. I seriously don't mind. If you ask me to celebrate the Lunar Equinox or the Lunar Calendar, or Gregorian Calendar New Years I won't be insulted, I don't mind learning other peoples cultures and customs, if being open-minded makes me a freak then so be it.

In conclusion, why do people with different or opposing views to your own be thought of as wrong and not just different? Why must everything be so right and wrong? And just what the hell is egg nog anyway!! Egg makes sense, but just what the hell is a nog?? And personally the Swedish Christmas where Satan turns into a goat and hands out presents and then the people light up a straw goat outside (or an American lights it up inside a mall then questions why they're being sent to jail) is a pretty damn cool tradition that I'm a little jealous of.

Have a merry winter solstice everyone!!