Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Silver Bullet Western (Chapter One)
There was a shrieking coming from the other room. Alexander woke with a start. His hand had already snatched up his modified six shooter and he had his finger on the trigger ready.
"Its alright you bloke!" A voice called from the other room. The shrieking subsided. "I just 'ad tea on and forgot about it."
"Bollucks!" Alexander let himself fall back onto his bed. He let out a sigh. "Rufus, do you any idea 'ow close I came to-"
"Wha!? Shootin' me 'ead off?" Rufus let out a chuckle. "It wouldn't be the first time, mate."
"Yeah?" Alexander shouted.
"That's what I said, ain't it?"Rufus came into the front room.
Alexander had a two room apartment. The front room and the office. The front room was where he had his bed and the office was more of a kitchen/dinning room area.
"You know, Rufus. You sure are a pain in my arse."
"Come come, drink ya' tea."
Alexander took a sip.
"Oh! Its god awful!" He nearly dropped the cup. "Are you tryin' to poison me, Rufus?"
"Stop being such a bastard and drink it. It'll get some color back into your cheeks."
"I don't need color, Rufus, I need sleep."
"Right, and I need a arse-hole on me elbow." Rufus replied. "Just drink it, we have a meetin' a Parliament."
"Wha? Why?" Alexander said.
"Well, why do you think?"
"Werewolves!" Alexander fell back on to his bed.
"Werewolves is correct Mr. Rochester." A member of Parliament addressed Alexander. "We have under several accounts that you are said to be the greatest exterminator of their kind, yes?"
"Well, yes." Alexander mumbled.
"Then we'll see to it that you're on the next air ship to the states. Those Yankees are having a bit of an issue with these 'pests' and thought best to send for you and your companion's assistance."
"Thank you." Alexander and Rufus left.
"You sure are charismatic, Alex. You should be a stage performer!" Rufus laughed at this.
"Ha ha bloody ha, Rufus!" Alexander was pouting and started to walk down an alley.
"Aw, what's wrong, mate?" Rufus chased after him.
"I told you last fall I was done with werewolves!"
"But that was over a year ago, Alex! You can't live off your name and the medals you won in your teens for the rest of your life!"
"Why not? At least when I was competing I wasn't in constant danger of shape shifting lycanthropes!" Alexander saw a paper boy.
"Two shillings, sir!" He called out.
"For a paper!?" Alexander stuffed his hand in his pocket and tossed some coins on the floor. "Here you little bastard, buy a pint."
"Alex! Why resist? We can do this, mate!" Rufus was next to Alexander at this point. "They say that America is the land of opportunity! I hear that they already have automobiles that run entirely from electricity! Wouldn't that be a marvel to see? No steam pipes just pure electricity!"
"Rufus, you were one of the pioneers of steam technology at Uni and now you want to abandon your foundations for what- parlor tricks?" Alexander showed Rufus the headline. "Telsa powers entire Colorado town, do you buy that for one second?"
"Well, how far is Colorado from where we're goin'?" Rufus asked.
"I can't imagine too far."
"So you're alright with going?"
"I've already agreed to it, Rufus! I'm just letting you know exactly how much I dislike the whole idea." Alexander tucked the paper under his arm and waved for a steam-carriage.
"When do we leave, Rufus?"
"We first have to meet with the Yankee representatives."
"Then let's get to it, the sooner we get to...where exactly are we supposed to go once we're in the states?"
"New Mexico I believe."
"This might not be an entire waste of our lives." A steam-carriage stopped in front of them.
"Why is 'at?"
"If its anything like Old Mexico you'll be in for a treat: Cheap drinks, young ladies and something known as a Donkey Show."
"What could that be, I wonder?" Rufus' naivety is probably the second thing Alexander liked most about him. The first was, of course his mastery in all things steam powered.
"Rufus, my oldest mate." Alexander took a step inside the steam-carriage. "If we end up in place with a Donkey Show I'll buy you one." Rufus liked the sound of that even if he had no idea what a Donkey Show was.
"Where to, sirs?" The coach asked.
"The air field, thank you."
"Rufus, I thought we were meeting someone first."
"We are, Alex. They're at air field. On an air ship."
"But I haven't packed any of my stuffs!" Alexander exclaimed.
"No need, the Yankees have arranged for all our belongings to meet us in New Mexico."
"Rufus."
"Yes."
"I hate you, sometimes."
"Love you too, Alex."
Then the coach of the steam-carriage said under his breath.
"What a bunch of puffs."
-Sir Jestro
"Its alright you bloke!" A voice called from the other room. The shrieking subsided. "I just 'ad tea on and forgot about it."
"Bollucks!" Alexander let himself fall back onto his bed. He let out a sigh. "Rufus, do you any idea 'ow close I came to-"
"Wha!? Shootin' me 'ead off?" Rufus let out a chuckle. "It wouldn't be the first time, mate."
"Yeah?" Alexander shouted.
"That's what I said, ain't it?"Rufus came into the front room.
Alexander had a two room apartment. The front room and the office. The front room was where he had his bed and the office was more of a kitchen/dinning room area.
"You know, Rufus. You sure are a pain in my arse."
"Come come, drink ya' tea."
Alexander took a sip.
"Oh! Its god awful!" He nearly dropped the cup. "Are you tryin' to poison me, Rufus?"
"Stop being such a bastard and drink it. It'll get some color back into your cheeks."
"I don't need color, Rufus, I need sleep."
"Right, and I need a arse-hole on me elbow." Rufus replied. "Just drink it, we have a meetin' a Parliament."
"Wha? Why?" Alexander said.
"Well, why do you think?"
"Werewolves!" Alexander fell back on to his bed.
"Werewolves is correct Mr. Rochester." A member of Parliament addressed Alexander. "We have under several accounts that you are said to be the greatest exterminator of their kind, yes?"
"Well, yes." Alexander mumbled.
"Then we'll see to it that you're on the next air ship to the states. Those Yankees are having a bit of an issue with these 'pests' and thought best to send for you and your companion's assistance."
"Thank you." Alexander and Rufus left.
"You sure are charismatic, Alex. You should be a stage performer!" Rufus laughed at this.
"Ha ha bloody ha, Rufus!" Alexander was pouting and started to walk down an alley.
"Aw, what's wrong, mate?" Rufus chased after him.
"I told you last fall I was done with werewolves!"
"But that was over a year ago, Alex! You can't live off your name and the medals you won in your teens for the rest of your life!"
"Why not? At least when I was competing I wasn't in constant danger of shape shifting lycanthropes!" Alexander saw a paper boy.
"Two shillings, sir!" He called out.
"For a paper!?" Alexander stuffed his hand in his pocket and tossed some coins on the floor. "Here you little bastard, buy a pint."
"Alex! Why resist? We can do this, mate!" Rufus was next to Alexander at this point. "They say that America is the land of opportunity! I hear that they already have automobiles that run entirely from electricity! Wouldn't that be a marvel to see? No steam pipes just pure electricity!"
"Rufus, you were one of the pioneers of steam technology at Uni and now you want to abandon your foundations for what- parlor tricks?" Alexander showed Rufus the headline. "Telsa powers entire Colorado town, do you buy that for one second?"
"Well, how far is Colorado from where we're goin'?" Rufus asked.
"I can't imagine too far."
"So you're alright with going?"
"I've already agreed to it, Rufus! I'm just letting you know exactly how much I dislike the whole idea." Alexander tucked the paper under his arm and waved for a steam-carriage.
"When do we leave, Rufus?"
"We first have to meet with the Yankee representatives."
"Then let's get to it, the sooner we get to...where exactly are we supposed to go once we're in the states?"
"New Mexico I believe."
"This might not be an entire waste of our lives." A steam-carriage stopped in front of them.
"Why is 'at?"
"If its anything like Old Mexico you'll be in for a treat: Cheap drinks, young ladies and something known as a Donkey Show."
"What could that be, I wonder?" Rufus' naivety is probably the second thing Alexander liked most about him. The first was, of course his mastery in all things steam powered.
"Rufus, my oldest mate." Alexander took a step inside the steam-carriage. "If we end up in place with a Donkey Show I'll buy you one." Rufus liked the sound of that even if he had no idea what a Donkey Show was.
"Where to, sirs?" The coach asked.
"The air field, thank you."
"Rufus, I thought we were meeting someone first."
"We are, Alex. They're at air field. On an air ship."
"But I haven't packed any of my stuffs!" Alexander exclaimed.
"No need, the Yankees have arranged for all our belongings to meet us in New Mexico."
"Rufus."
"Yes."
"I hate you, sometimes."
"Love you too, Alex."
Then the coach of the steam-carriage said under his breath.
"What a bunch of puffs."
-Sir Jestro
Eyes Swollen Shut (Chapter Two)
"So let me get this straight, you don't like getting free coffee or bacon or eggs?" Edwardo asks me.
"But see, they weren't free." I reply.
Edwardo and I both worked at a chic little coffee shop downtown. All the hipsters drank here until the non-hipsters drank here, then they stopped. But then they always came back with a snide, "Well, we drank here first, 'Hey, Randy'." They'd say to me.
"But you said it was free."
"Free in the sense that I didn't have to pay...but see not free in the fact that-"
"That they humiliated you?" Edwardo was wiping down the tables with a damp towel, and I was opening the cash register. "Get over yourself, bro."
"Dude, you don't understand."
"I understand just fine, you're all butt-hurt that your family call you out on the the shit you hate about yourself, and you feel like their charity is a way to make you look bad and themselves look better." Edwardo was kind of a dick like that.
"But why would they even do that?"
"Because that's what al people do." He stopped and looked at me. "Do you know how much shit I got from my family when I had my kid? A fuck-ton."
"But everyone in your family had kids young."
"Yeah, but I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be the first to go to college and the first to get my PhD, all that crap."
"But you didn't."
"No, I didn't. I had a kid, but you know what..."
There was a long pause.
"Are you going to ask 'what?'?"
"Okay, what?" I ask.
"I love my daughter, she's my world!"
"Okay...?"
"And if I had gone to school right outta college and hadn't gotten Eilleen prego I wouldn't have my baby, girl."
"That's really inspiring, Eddy." I say. This is the point where I walk to the front door and unlock it.
"Dude, don't be an ass, I'm trying to tell you to look at the positive."
"Yeah, I get what you're trying to say but that doesn't excuse all the hardness from the family."
"You have a point. My family WAS pretty P.O'd when I told them I got her pregnant."
"That's what I'm saying! I know that eventually things will be fine, but right now I'm stuck in that bullshitty stage."
"So then you should just embrace all the free food! Just rub it in their faces!" Edwardo's grinning from ear to ear now. "Egg all in your sister's face, Ha! That'd be great!"
"My problem isn't the free stuff, don't get me wrong...I love free stuff! Its the fact that they have to make me feel so shitty and put on these fake faces in front of other people and each other-"
"That's just how people are, bro. Don't get so worked up over it."
"How can I not!?" Hipsters start walking in now. Edwardo and I work for a little bit. But during out down time.
"So I have an idea; you told me once that your your like to brag about all the things they've done in their lives." He says.
"Yeah?"
"Well, why not get a second job?" I roll my eyes.
"No, hear me out, dude. My dad used to give me the same shit, so I just got another job gigging once or twice a week. Ever since then I can always get the baby new clothes whenever she needs them or I can take her to Disneyland without breaking the bank. Any parent knows how hard that is and every one of them can empathize."
"But I don't have any kids."
"Which is exactly why you could use all that money to put on a face."
"What?" I'm confused at this point.
"You just said a few hours ago that they put on faces around other people, well think of this as you putting on a face around them."
"Dude..."
"What!? People do that online all the time, except you wouldn't be some trolling catfish or anything." Edwardo is getting really ecstatic about his idea.
"I dunno."
"Come on, Brad. Just get some graveyard shift at...I dunno, some office building cleaning or something. Then buy some car and get nice clothes and a girlfriend. That'd be a slap in the face to your whole family. You could be like, 'Yeah, I like to spoil myself since, you know, I never had kids or anything.' That shit would be epic!"
"We'll see." Edwardo knows that right after work I'm going to check the classifieds. So what if he's right?
-Sir Jestro
"But see, they weren't free." I reply.
Edwardo and I both worked at a chic little coffee shop downtown. All the hipsters drank here until the non-hipsters drank here, then they stopped. But then they always came back with a snide, "Well, we drank here first, 'Hey, Randy'." They'd say to me.
"But you said it was free."
"Free in the sense that I didn't have to pay...but see not free in the fact that-"
"That they humiliated you?" Edwardo was wiping down the tables with a damp towel, and I was opening the cash register. "Get over yourself, bro."
"Dude, you don't understand."
"I understand just fine, you're all butt-hurt that your family call you out on the the shit you hate about yourself, and you feel like their charity is a way to make you look bad and themselves look better." Edwardo was kind of a dick like that.
"But why would they even do that?"
"Because that's what al people do." He stopped and looked at me. "Do you know how much shit I got from my family when I had my kid? A fuck-ton."
"But everyone in your family had kids young."
"Yeah, but I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be the first to go to college and the first to get my PhD, all that crap."
"But you didn't."
"No, I didn't. I had a kid, but you know what..."
There was a long pause.
"Are you going to ask 'what?'?"
"Okay, what?" I ask.
"I love my daughter, she's my world!"
"Okay...?"
"And if I had gone to school right outta college and hadn't gotten Eilleen prego I wouldn't have my baby, girl."
"That's really inspiring, Eddy." I say. This is the point where I walk to the front door and unlock it.
"Dude, don't be an ass, I'm trying to tell you to look at the positive."
"Yeah, I get what you're trying to say but that doesn't excuse all the hardness from the family."
"You have a point. My family WAS pretty P.O'd when I told them I got her pregnant."
"That's what I'm saying! I know that eventually things will be fine, but right now I'm stuck in that bullshitty stage."
"So then you should just embrace all the free food! Just rub it in their faces!" Edwardo's grinning from ear to ear now. "Egg all in your sister's face, Ha! That'd be great!"
"My problem isn't the free stuff, don't get me wrong...I love free stuff! Its the fact that they have to make me feel so shitty and put on these fake faces in front of other people and each other-"
"That's just how people are, bro. Don't get so worked up over it."
"How can I not!?" Hipsters start walking in now. Edwardo and I work for a little bit. But during out down time.
"So I have an idea; you told me once that your your like to brag about all the things they've done in their lives." He says.
"Yeah?"
"Well, why not get a second job?" I roll my eyes.
"No, hear me out, dude. My dad used to give me the same shit, so I just got another job gigging once or twice a week. Ever since then I can always get the baby new clothes whenever she needs them or I can take her to Disneyland without breaking the bank. Any parent knows how hard that is and every one of them can empathize."
"But I don't have any kids."
"Which is exactly why you could use all that money to put on a face."
"What?" I'm confused at this point.
"You just said a few hours ago that they put on faces around other people, well think of this as you putting on a face around them."
"Dude..."
"What!? People do that online all the time, except you wouldn't be some trolling catfish or anything." Edwardo is getting really ecstatic about his idea.
"I dunno."
"Come on, Brad. Just get some graveyard shift at...I dunno, some office building cleaning or something. Then buy some car and get nice clothes and a girlfriend. That'd be a slap in the face to your whole family. You could be like, 'Yeah, I like to spoil myself since, you know, I never had kids or anything.' That shit would be epic!"
"We'll see." Edwardo knows that right after work I'm going to check the classifieds. So what if he's right?
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Sux!
So I've been on break from school for about a week and a half and about five days from work. I should already be done with Trapped as far as storyboards/roughs go, but I'm just too damn lazy. No, that's not entirely correct.
I guess the easiest way to explain the feeling I'm having is to generalize. I have no fans and this blog is just me talking to myself and has become a sickening affirmation of the fact that I have no life.
I can't act too surprised, I'm not good at PR and my stories never get finished.
If I had fans pestering me would I have finished Trapped? Probably. But I don't want to make excuses. I hate that story and wish I could just move on to a different one, but that's the problem; which one?
My art isn't where I want it to be for Gyrochan: Giant Robot or SFG.
Marionette's Maze isn't finished.
Eyes Swollen Shut is nowhere near completion.
None of my other stories, shorts included are jumping out at me as something I'd want to devote months of my life to.
I think I just need to suck it up and finish Trapped, for better or for worse.
Maybe Twitter will help get some foot traffic on this site again.
Comments welcome.
-Sir Jestro
I guess the easiest way to explain the feeling I'm having is to generalize. I have no fans and this blog is just me talking to myself and has become a sickening affirmation of the fact that I have no life.
I can't act too surprised, I'm not good at PR and my stories never get finished.
If I had fans pestering me would I have finished Trapped? Probably. But I don't want to make excuses. I hate that story and wish I could just move on to a different one, but that's the problem; which one?
My art isn't where I want it to be for Gyrochan: Giant Robot or SFG.
Marionette's Maze isn't finished.
Eyes Swollen Shut is nowhere near completion.
None of my other stories, shorts included are jumping out at me as something I'd want to devote months of my life to.
I think I just need to suck it up and finish Trapped, for better or for worse.
Maybe Twitter will help get some foot traffic on this site again.
Comments welcome.
-Sir Jestro
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Monday, December 05, 2011
Eyes Swollen Shut (Chapter One)
and it was fucking cold. I'm talking freezing. Well, maybe not as cold as it gets in other parts of the world but here, where it never gets below eighty degrees, it was pretty fucking cold. That pretentious Catholic school I walk by to get to the bus, their marquee said it was 44 degrees outside. I was like, "Aw, HELL nah!" But I just kept my arms folded and my chin pressed against the top of my sternum.
It was only seven-thirty in the am and I was early. This was the kind of thing we did, even though I hated it. Absolutely despised it these past few years, but what can you do? You bite your lip and you try to just sit there and go through the motions because family is always there when you need them. Although, it becomes apparent just how they decide what is and what isn't important.
I knew what was coming, it was going to be the same as it has been these past few years, ever since I graduated from college and did nothing, not a god damned thing, with my degree. Don't ask why, because you don't care, you've made up your mind about me just like the people in my family have, and they make damn sure I know just how they feel.
So as I walk up to the diner, my hands closed so tightly that my knuckles are bone white, I'm not the first one there even though I'm twenty minutes early. My dad is sitting at a table near the front, he waves me over to him. I walk straight passed the old woman with the intense fuchsia eye shadow, she tries to ask me how many people there'll be in my party, but she bites her tongue as I rudely walk to the table my father is sitting at.
"Sit down, son." He motions to a seat next to him. "I ordered you coffee. You like coffee, right?"
"Yup." I say awkwardly.
"What?"
"Nothing, its just," I take my jacket off, this diner is burning up. My fingers feel like they're going to fall off from the drastic change in temperature. "I've been drinking coffee since high school."
"I started after I had you. I had to get up at three am just to get to work on time." He brings his cup to his lips. "Sometimes this would be the only thing keeping my eyes open." He slurps some coffee down. "Now every gas station has two a dollar energy drinks."
"...So where's Alice?" I ask.
"Probably just leaving the house."
"Why didn't she just ride with you? She does still live with you, right?"
"Yeah, son. Hey, you can come back if you want." He says.
"Dad, you know I can't do that."
"Well, are you making enough? Alice said you had to ask your mom for rent money."
"Yeah, that was like eight months ago!" There are buttons inside of people and sometimes people like to push them. Today is going to be one of those times my buttons will be pushed.
"I never had to ask grandma and grandpa for money when I was raising the two of you."
"No, but you did move in with grandpa after you and mom split." Now this was becoming like a National Geographic show, hunter vs prey.
"I said you could move in! Didn't I just say that!?" My dad was starting to shout. That was around the same time the waitress brought me my coffee and asked my dad for a refill. He accepted.
"So did you guys need more time or...?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're still waiting for my daughter to get here and my son won't be ordering food." He didn't even look at me when he said that not directly but sometimes just putting the spotlight on someone is just like staring at them.
"Oh..." The waitress replied.
"Its true, I'm a addicted to heroin and only show up because my dad buys me coffee and gives me a few bucks to score." I'm lying to her and she can tell. She can feel the tension so she awkwardly laughs and leaves.
"Why do you need to make a scene?" My dad asks.
"I was just following your lead, although I didn't put anybody on blast."
"Hey!" My sister calls from the front door. You might be thinking that she saved the day, but not one bit. Now the number of opponents just doubled. What's that thing the kinds say online? FLM. I think that's it. Or FML or something. Whatever it is, that's how I feel right now.
"Hey, Alice. What took you so long?" I ask.
"I had to get gas." She says as she takes a seat.
"Why didn't you just ride with dad?"
"Because I don't like mooching off of people, like somebody I know." Yeah, that means a lot from somebody who still lives at home and doesn't pay rent or her car payment.
"Hey, what is family for, right?" I fake a laugh. My sister grabs a menu and opens it.
"What's good here?"
"The liver and onions." My dad says.
"Ew, oh my God, no!" She likes to over exaggerate. "That is fricking disgusting!"
"No, it isn't. Its just gamey." My dad replies.
"Brad, what are you getting?" She asks me. I turn my bottom lip up and shake my head.
"Nothing. I'm good with coffee."
"Dad! Why won't you buy him breakfast, we only do this once a month its the least you can do." This might sound like a nice thing but what she's really saying is, "Dad, its not Brad's fault he's twenty-eight has only a part time job working at coffee shop three days a week, has no car and no girlfriend." Yeah, my sister can be a real bitch.
"I asked dad not to buy me anything. I'm on a diet."
"A diet? Are you gay?" My sister asks.
"Alice!" My dad just got a button pushed. If you must know, my dad is homophobic and is very open about how much he dislikes them. So it would be worse than death if one of his kids happened to be gay.
"What? I'm just saying. Brad isn't a body builder so if he is on a diet he must be gay."
"Or maybe I'm just lying to you to make light of the situation?" I respond.
"See? He always does this! Acts like a complete jerk." My sister is getting pissed now. That was when the waitress walked up.
"Are you all set? Anything I can get you to drink, hun?"
"Um, yeah!" My sister puts on a fake smile and changes into her fake happy voice. "I'd like the French Toast."
"How did you want your egg?"
"Umm...my brother is going to have it so however he wants it."
The waitress looks at me.
"Over easy." I say with a cold look on my face.
"And bacon or sausage?"
"I'm a vegetarian so my brother can have those too."
"Bacon, please." This is hell and my family is here to torture me for the rest of eternity.
"And you sir?"
"Liver and onions." My dad says without looking at the menu.
"Okay, I'll bring that right up. And what did you want to drink, dear?"
"Iced tea, please." My sister's fake smile looks like it hurts her face.
I stand up.
"I need to pee."
-Sir Jestro
It was only seven-thirty in the am and I was early. This was the kind of thing we did, even though I hated it. Absolutely despised it these past few years, but what can you do? You bite your lip and you try to just sit there and go through the motions because family is always there when you need them. Although, it becomes apparent just how they decide what is and what isn't important.
I knew what was coming, it was going to be the same as it has been these past few years, ever since I graduated from college and did nothing, not a god damned thing, with my degree. Don't ask why, because you don't care, you've made up your mind about me just like the people in my family have, and they make damn sure I know just how they feel.
So as I walk up to the diner, my hands closed so tightly that my knuckles are bone white, I'm not the first one there even though I'm twenty minutes early. My dad is sitting at a table near the front, he waves me over to him. I walk straight passed the old woman with the intense fuchsia eye shadow, she tries to ask me how many people there'll be in my party, but she bites her tongue as I rudely walk to the table my father is sitting at.
"Sit down, son." He motions to a seat next to him. "I ordered you coffee. You like coffee, right?"
"Yup." I say awkwardly.
"What?"
"Nothing, its just," I take my jacket off, this diner is burning up. My fingers feel like they're going to fall off from the drastic change in temperature. "I've been drinking coffee since high school."
"I started after I had you. I had to get up at three am just to get to work on time." He brings his cup to his lips. "Sometimes this would be the only thing keeping my eyes open." He slurps some coffee down. "Now every gas station has two a dollar energy drinks."
"...So where's Alice?" I ask.
"Probably just leaving the house."
"Why didn't she just ride with you? She does still live with you, right?"
"Yeah, son. Hey, you can come back if you want." He says.
"Dad, you know I can't do that."
"Well, are you making enough? Alice said you had to ask your mom for rent money."
"Yeah, that was like eight months ago!" There are buttons inside of people and sometimes people like to push them. Today is going to be one of those times my buttons will be pushed.
"I never had to ask grandma and grandpa for money when I was raising the two of you."
"No, but you did move in with grandpa after you and mom split." Now this was becoming like a National Geographic show, hunter vs prey.
"I said you could move in! Didn't I just say that!?" My dad was starting to shout. That was around the same time the waitress brought me my coffee and asked my dad for a refill. He accepted.
"So did you guys need more time or...?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're still waiting for my daughter to get here and my son won't be ordering food." He didn't even look at me when he said that not directly but sometimes just putting the spotlight on someone is just like staring at them.
"Oh..." The waitress replied.
"Its true, I'm a addicted to heroin and only show up because my dad buys me coffee and gives me a few bucks to score." I'm lying to her and she can tell. She can feel the tension so she awkwardly laughs and leaves.
"Why do you need to make a scene?" My dad asks.
"I was just following your lead, although I didn't put anybody on blast."
"Hey!" My sister calls from the front door. You might be thinking that she saved the day, but not one bit. Now the number of opponents just doubled. What's that thing the kinds say online? FLM. I think that's it. Or FML or something. Whatever it is, that's how I feel right now.
"Hey, Alice. What took you so long?" I ask.
"I had to get gas." She says as she takes a seat.
"Why didn't you just ride with dad?"
"Because I don't like mooching off of people, like somebody I know." Yeah, that means a lot from somebody who still lives at home and doesn't pay rent or her car payment.
"Hey, what is family for, right?" I fake a laugh. My sister grabs a menu and opens it.
"What's good here?"
"The liver and onions." My dad says.
"Ew, oh my God, no!" She likes to over exaggerate. "That is fricking disgusting!"
"No, it isn't. Its just gamey." My dad replies.
"Brad, what are you getting?" She asks me. I turn my bottom lip up and shake my head.
"Nothing. I'm good with coffee."
"Dad! Why won't you buy him breakfast, we only do this once a month its the least you can do." This might sound like a nice thing but what she's really saying is, "Dad, its not Brad's fault he's twenty-eight has only a part time job working at coffee shop three days a week, has no car and no girlfriend." Yeah, my sister can be a real bitch.
"I asked dad not to buy me anything. I'm on a diet."
"A diet? Are you gay?" My sister asks.
"Alice!" My dad just got a button pushed. If you must know, my dad is homophobic and is very open about how much he dislikes them. So it would be worse than death if one of his kids happened to be gay.
"What? I'm just saying. Brad isn't a body builder so if he is on a diet he must be gay."
"Or maybe I'm just lying to you to make light of the situation?" I respond.
"See? He always does this! Acts like a complete jerk." My sister is getting pissed now. That was when the waitress walked up.
"Are you all set? Anything I can get you to drink, hun?"
"Um, yeah!" My sister puts on a fake smile and changes into her fake happy voice. "I'd like the French Toast."
"How did you want your egg?"
"Umm...my brother is going to have it so however he wants it."
The waitress looks at me.
"Over easy." I say with a cold look on my face.
"And bacon or sausage?"
"I'm a vegetarian so my brother can have those too."
"Bacon, please." This is hell and my family is here to torture me for the rest of eternity.
"And you sir?"
"Liver and onions." My dad says without looking at the menu.
"Okay, I'll bring that right up. And what did you want to drink, dear?"
"Iced tea, please." My sister's fake smile looks like it hurts her face.
I stand up.
"I need to pee."
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, December 03, 2011
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Digital Painting
So my teacher didn't care too much for this digital painting for my poster project, so I'll just throw it out and work on something else. But here it is.
-Sir Jestro
-Sir Jestro
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