Robot and the bad man.

Robot was hurt. He was a bit beaten up but he was Ok. I didn't want to think about what they were trying to do to robot when Uriel showed up. Or was he already hurt. He laid across my lap. I gave him a bit of asprin to put him to sleep and let him sleep off his mysery. I am haapy he is alive. But this asshole of mine has got to be dealt with.

"You should be thinking negetivly while you are holding a sick being."

"oh. you came out of no where. how did you know what i was thinking."

I can hear you. I've seen you do everything.'
'eveverything? cause I mas...nevermind. Everything?'
You know what, I didn't want to know. I waved my hand as if to say. 'no, don't say anything.'
He got it smiled and lauged.

'Why? why not think negetivly holding an animal?'
'I think you know what i mean. but you want me to confirm it for you right?'
I knodded yes. I wanted to him to say whatbi knew out loud.

'You are a very powerful creature. All human beings are. and whatever energy you put out is felt by others because you are connected. So eminating hate or negetivity is passed on to this sick creature that you are directly in contact with . and it slows down his healing process. it's call depression.

Hmm. I did know that. Really I did.

Uriel: Face of an Angel

I awoke to find a man standing over me. He was 6'7, brown curly hair Fiery Brown eyes that glowed like jewels. Gorgeous. Was this the same person who saved me?
'Who are you.?
'I'm Uriel.'
'Uriel? Did you get me here last night?'
'Yes.'
I just nodded and did my suspicion noise,'hmm'.
'Are you hungry?'
Am I hungry? I am confused.
'Why?'
'Well, because I have food if you are hungry.'
I shook my head. We were not on the same page.
'No. why did you save me?'
'You needed saving.'
'Are you a super hero? I mean does that really happen to people? Obviously right? It happened to me.'
He walked over to the counter and pulled out a melon.
'I guess you can call me a super hero. I'm your personal super hero.'
'Why me? I'm not special. Why not some blond. or some white chick?'
He laughed. You are pretty funny. I've always watched you. I'm you guardian angel.'
I didn't believe it. A guardian fucking angel.
'I thought you guys were supposed to be and influence with out actually interfering.
'Are you angry that I saved you? I can send you back into the hands of you idiot boss. Now once again, what do you want to eat?'
I was not going to argue. I'm happy to be alive. If this is my reality, then this is my reality. who was i to question my fate. I was going to sit here and eat with this gorgeous hunk of a man.

I took a sip of the coffee. It smelled divine. It had strong rich aromatic smell. I could smell the nutty flavor of it. I Sipped it on my tongue and let it roll around my pallet. It had hints of almond and macadamia nuts. This was good coffee. It was heavenly. Maple pancakes with real maple syrup and butter. Bacon made perfect. I could not complain. Uriel ate with me. Passing pieces of melon while we ate. It was the first time I appreciated a meal. I reveled in the act of eating pleasurably. Breakfast was sexy. Uriel could be the perfect man. If he wasn't an Angel.

'You'll be here for a couple of months. You are being watched. It's unsafe for you to go back home. This is your new home.'

I was speechless. It was really that serious? I was going to be killed if I went home. I did not want to argue, was not going to argue and did not care about anything in that apartment. Except for robot.
'oh shit. Robot is there. My Dog.'
'You can not go back to that house under any circumstance.'
'You have to save my dog.'
I was not happy. No one was going to take my dog. And this house is pimp robot had to be here.
'We have to get robot.'
He shook his head,'OK. I'll get robot. YOU stay here.'

Uriel

"So I picked up my last pay check. When I did, he demanded that I talk to him. I didn't mention nor was I going to mention that I was quitting. I turned on the recorder on my phone, and I walked in. First words out of his mouth was, "'you look like a hooker. I told you never to wear braids to this office again.'"
And before I could say anything else he said that I smelled like cool-aid. So I stopped him. I said, 'before you say anything else, let me just let you know that I am recording this conversation. Look. I wasn't going to say anything. I was just going to silently slip away from the beast. But you know what? I guess I am just going to have to just slay the beast before I am really Set free. Number 1. I am quitting and I am getting a lawyer. A good one so you better get someone good. 2. Fuck you and go strait to hell. You are a racist asshole and I am going to suit the hate out of your flat ass. You get ready you son of a bitch. 3. My severance check better be so damn fat that I might consider not saying anything about this at all. Go fuck yourself. And I am out. You wanted a nigger. Here I am. Guess what? niggers loved to get paid.

I picked up the glass of wine and took another sip. I take notice of the two shady gentlemen who keeps staring at me and watching my every move. I have to pee but I get the feeling that the two shady gentlemen might rape me. It's just a feeling. I get them all the time.

'Girl, you are so lucky. To even get him being nasty that one last time was a good break.'

'Son of a bitch. You can always count on a monster being a monster that's for sure.'
I take another sip and watch the two gentleman watching me.

'Listen I have to go. I Have to get back home before Jessie leaves. He'll kill me if I'm late. I'll see you tomorrow right?'

I take another sip. Kinda preoccupied with what is happening. As my sister wait for her answer.

'Hopefully. I'll call you to see where I'm at.'

Mila dropped her coat and got aggro for a second.

'Kelse, you have to be there. I doing this damn party for you. Don't flake.'

I shooed her away. I was pretty much in tune with what I was feeling with the assholes across the room. I always get these feelings. I should take off too. I put on my coat and begin to walk towards the door.
'Come one let's get you a cab.'

As we leave I take a look at the two guys again. They were nowhere to be found.

'That's creepy.'

I've never been one to react like other people would if they saw something out of their comfort level. Call it a blessing to be moron. But that's me. I never react immediately. So I do stupid shit like usually walk myself into a trap. Instead of taking a cab like a normal drunk paranoid person, I had to walk to the train station to go home. So. Here I am. I'm being followed by the two assholes from the bar. I have a cell phone. I have mace. I have this shank thing. I have this feeling again. Like I am not alone. I don't know why I get those feelings in the time of Danger. But here it was again. I felt a strong presence.

So I continue to walk. No one would believe me if I ever told them that I had a protector of some kind I can't explain it. I just do. And now I am standing on a platform, waiting for a L.A. train that tragically usually comes by when it wants thereby getting people killed.
I should learn how to drive. How is that possible to be in Los Angeles that long and not know how to drive. I'm kinda nuts.

This is awkward for two reasons,I know what's going to happen. These two assholes are going to attack me. I have no idea what to do but to sit here and wait. Maybe they decided to take the same train at the same time. It could be purely coincidental. But I doubt it. Seriously. They look stupid. I wish this was not going to happen. I wish these two guys were not getting as close as they were getting. Here is the first guy.

'Hey.'
I take a look and smile.
'Hey.'
He places his hands in his pocket, took a look at the other guy and turned back to me.
'Someone wants you to keep your mouth close.'
'Oh. So that's what this is about? Old Harrison got you boys over here to beat on me a little like a Po black slave? I figured he was going to want to whip my ass for the insane amount of money I'm suing him for.'
'More like kill you a little.'

He pulled his gun out and I stood to my feet. I think, I think I'm going to die. First thing that escapes from my lips is oh God. Out of utter frozen shock, that is the only thing that escaped from my lips. Oh God.

I had no idea what I was gonna do. If I go for my bag they just might start to shoot at me. I stood frozen. I closed my eyes and clenched my purse. I could feel my heart pounding. It was the only thing I could hear. Their voices sounded like echoes. I kept my eyes closed and felt a wave of eufohoria pull me from the inside. I did not dare open my eyes. But what I felt was beyond words. Warm waves of massive euohoria that felt like I was floating away. There was a little bit of shill in my cheek but for the most part I was as warm and snug as a blanket. Was I dead? I could not tell. I felt no Pain, heard no shots. Had I passed over? Was it that easy that fast? I did not feel brave enough to open my eyes. But I was far away from danger.

*****

'Did you see that?' Sid stood still. He had no words to utter other than,'Did you see that.' He was out of breath and struggled to understand what had happened. She just flew. Right up in the sky. Jarret, his partner, did not understand it either. his words were even less.
'Yeah man.'
They were shocked.
'She just flew up man. DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?'
Jarret again was a wizard with response.
'Yeah man. Bitch went right in the sky man. I saw it.'
'BITCH-FLEW-RIGHT-UP-IN-THE-SKY.'
They both head for the stairs out onto the street.
'We are going to just say that she got in a cab. It wasn't the right time. I'll make the call.'

********


I finally got up enought nerve to open my eyes. I was in the air. I was not being held by anyone. I could feel the tightness around me. Something invisible was holding onto me. Another story no one would believe. who is gonna believe this shit? i could not possible explain to anyone that i went flying in the air after a couple of guys came to kill me. Whatever it was dropped me off on a hill in I think Bel Air. Why? I do not know. There was a house. I was could see the light at my hand pull me toward the house. The door opened and the fromt light turned on. I was not into arguing and obvisouly was being helped by some force. I am not going to get all paranoid now. Even when the lights turned on by themselves,I was cool. better than them turning off. So here I am with a Ghost or my gurdian angel But I Can imagine that if i tell this to anyone, they are going to ask me if im crazy. For now, I am tired and I want to rest on that comfy sofa.

Momma Didn't raise no fool.

So we get up. We work. We accomplish this or that. And that feels good. But i am wondering WHY these days. What is it about life that has us clinging to it? There are definatly things about life that is appealing. Like food, music, love and people. I just feel like once I accomplish somthing, I get bored with it. To have these collective experieces must mean something special will happen. Then you die. I feel when people are doing their best, just when they are getting a good momentum,they die. Is it because that thing that they craved so much, is finally fullfilled and that means that they can go home. Is life a series of collected experieces that lead us to our predestined fate.
I don't want to believe that anymore. We have so many choices. we have an infinate amount of possibilities. Why is it that we choose what we choose does it mean anything? I dont care I just know that I chooses my own fate. What happens to me is only objective to me. nothing else matters. I not a minority, a black, a negor, a want-to-be. A jigga boo, a whore, a skank, a "gurlfrin." what the fuck us that. relate to me how you would your own mother. with respect and I will be sure to do the same.

Know this, I am not afraid anymore. I refuse to be scared of anything. If it is a challange, I want to take it. I want learn, live, love, fight. I want to freely be me.

i gotta get control of myself

hearts get broken all the time. I get broken all the time. I am always in a fighter stance when it comes to love. anyone can potentially break your heart. i am over it. I cant keep this up. I must be strong. I never ever have a choice. I always get fucking hurt. its nobody fault but mine.

Hearts get broken

All the time.

Bud Tender

Here it is . The last hours and down to six customers. I was hoping for no one. Who buys bud at five minutes to midnight? Yet here I am with six customers and no patience.

'What's this one like?'

At this point my patience is thin. I'm like come on dude. It like the rest of them. Its fucking weed. Get on and smoke it douche. But I have to have patience. I can't curse at people. So I say,  'It's a sativa indica hybrid. It's not jittery or not too sleepy' 

So what do you want? I think that. I don't say It.  My face on the other hand, says hurry the fuck up.

'I'll take the first one I chose.'

Oh you mean the one I just put back? Ok let me just climb up there again and get it for you.  You prick.

QUIT YOUR JOB. IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. a poorly written manifesto.

What does it mean to have a job without violating personal integral ethics? As americans, What is it that we want from our employee experience? Is it to stick it to the little guy everyday? Is it to make money without any moral conscience or thought. Is it right to turn off a persons utilities or kick them out of a house, if they cant pay. At one point or another all of us americans experienced hardship. we are split between the rich and the poor and the poor outweigh the rich. It is, in my opinion, immorally corrupt to weigh peoples fate on the size of their pocketbook. As employees in the corporate world people make and execute dicisions, that put people in the worst position. if this is part of your job, to make people pay over priced rent for bad living conditions, Take weekly late fees for people who needed to eat that day, Take a whole paycheck for late fees, keep them down when they needed the most help. You might want to question your place in that world. Even though it is the way it is. it is indecent and immoral. So you basically throw your personal ethos and integrity to the wind just to make a paycheck. We all know that we all need jobs to pay bills and make money. it just feel so wrong to play into capitalism. These people don't care about their customers so imagine what they do to the employees. When will we stand up and not take the shit anymore. People are so afraid to fight for their rights. It is scary and not a world i want to live in. To take a whole weeks worth of income in order to pay for late fees is wrong. to be an employee and enforce this immoral act makes you responsible for this evil. We need to take care of each other. not violate our freedom and happiness for a paycheck. An all of us are guilty of this. So what do we do about it? We all need to work. we all need a roof over our head. Maybe for three weeks every american should boycott corporate business and homes all at the same time. Power is in numbers. If we dont buy or play into the crap they dont work. We the people are too big to fail. Can you say Citizen bailout?

i get the feeling i annoy you

Well. Let's do this. Fuck you.