written by owen on 2007-Jun-03.

So I was there at the street party. Very early, while they were setting up, I dred leaving somewhere, that I am, to go somewhere else. Infact I either go there early or reach very late. Long before the other people started gathering in front of the wall which we had designated as "our space". Because in general, Jamaican-party-life is either you going to be out there dancing like a maniac, rocking like a chair or watching from a safe distance like a green lizard. I choose the latter because I like green. Pick your spot carefully. Maybe I'll get dragged out, I will act all angry and tired and leave. I can't get angry. You know I only say what I mean which is why I don't drink in great quantities. With nothing else to do but stare at the other women that pass, clear my ears hoping to reduce the ringing induced by the loud speakers. We saw something in each other that niether of us liked.

I was paying ransom to the guys who stole my washing machine. When I thought to myself how one person can come into your life and steal the one thing a cleans your cloths. Then I called my mom. I never usually talk about my mom very often because she nags me. Her world and my world are very parallel, yet very different. I love her for it. I need people to nag me. Mainly because she isn't in the same country as I am. I've made the mistake, yet again, for the first time. Heaven forbid I mention a woman to my mom, the heavens would open, the earth would shake and hail would rain down on me with the nagging. You should ever hear the marriage tips she bestows me, straight out of the 1970s.

I've been really, really busy and staying out really really late at nights like bat-man without the cave and the cool bullet-proof car. See the light on your face, let it shine, let it shine. Being more annoyed than I've ever being - I have never slept so well in my entire life. I could flip out any moment for the lack of sleep like a ninja monkey. Lost, but still I haven't been to the supermarket in weeks. I living off leftovers and take-out. Never call me at night, your not going to get me. I need to fall from grace. zerging.

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