Thursday, September 18, 2003
Well, I finally got around to it. This is the beginning of my novel. Not the epic I tell everyone about, but along the same story line, I guess. This is still in progress and should be getting updated frequently. There has been no grammatical editing(damn word processor is a piece of shit), but that shouldn't be a problem.
P.O.V.
Charlie's View Point
1
Finally.
After everything, it’s all so perfect.
The day started out pretty hectic. Joe and I had a lot to take care of. And believe me, when we said a lot it meant reconstruction almost. Apparently, there was some prick holding out on us. We couldn’t keep control of our intramural activities. On top of all that, my girlfriend left me. Very cliche-ish, don’t you think? I wake up this morning and come down to take care of the kids. Well, I don’t exactly “come down” considering that the kids don’t live downstairs and that there is no second story. I might be a drug dealer loaded with cash, but I am modest.
I take care of the kids every day because I want to make sure my kids love me when they grow up and I get to stay out of a home as long as possible. It helps build our bond with each other, I guess. I learn what they do when they lie, they learn what I do when I lie, and so on and so forth. I usually wake them up and help them get dressed, starting from the youngest to the oldest. After everyone's clothed, I take them to the kitchen. There my lovely significant other has their breakfast cooked. Chorizo and bean burritos. We have to keep the bowel movements regular, you know. Every morning, I never get tired of the kimono robe I bought her for her first Mother's Day, with the note attached that said, "When you want to stop being Mommy and want to start being a hot Mamma."
There are six rugrats in all. Ten months in between each of them. Almost like clockwork, but what can I say. We're Mexican, so that means we have the "Can't Stop Fucking" gene that rabbits have. I love all of them to death. I love my girlfriend more than anything else. It's just that, again as a Mexican, I'm obligated to never marry her. I know that living this way will never break the stereotype that we are positioned in. I have to have my hair as short as a chihuahuas.
Why? Because it looks badass. Fuck the whites who try to stereotype everyone. They do it just to have the upper hand. You would think that after raping the Aztecs and the rest of the Americas of all the gold, silver, and any other valuable resource it has that they would be smug at the top, but it isn't. Why not throw in death, disease, and heck just for the fun of it slavery? Not to mention dirty looks, discrimination, and forced into shitty jobs with shittier wages until we took control of the majority and demanded equalopportunityy and affirmative action. I guess the blacks are more to credit for getting those two, but fuck the blacks, too. Always complaining about the hell of slavery. Hey, we had it too and a lot earlier than any of you did. Blacks got themselves into slavery, anyways. Slaves were prisoners of war that AFRICAN kings sold to the Portuguese and the groups looking to buy later. So, never say the white man brought you down. You dug your graves. The fucking niggers didn't even try to get themselves out of it. The WHITES saved your asses in the Civil War. We tried to fight back, at least. Guns were too much for us, but of course that made it all the more fair. I mean, the Spanish were thousands of miles away up against millions of Indians. They had to have some kind of a handicap and disease wasn't enough to make it even. We had TWO mother fucking revolutions. We kicked Spain's ass, with some help from the French. Then what happens? The smelly bastards stab us in the back and throw us farther down into the inescapable, black hole of poverty. We yet again kick some ass because we are fighters for freedom. Unlike the god damn niggers.
Anyways, my kids are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
P.O.V.
Charlie's View Point
1
Finally.
After everything, it’s all so perfect.
The day started out pretty hectic. Joe and I had a lot to take care of. And believe me, when we said a lot it meant reconstruction almost. Apparently, there was some prick holding out on us. We couldn’t keep control of our intramural activities. On top of all that, my girlfriend left me. Very cliche-ish, don’t you think? I wake up this morning and come down to take care of the kids. Well, I don’t exactly “come down” considering that the kids don’t live downstairs and that there is no second story. I might be a drug dealer loaded with cash, but I am modest.
I take care of the kids every day because I want to make sure my kids love me when they grow up and I get to stay out of a home as long as possible. It helps build our bond with each other, I guess. I learn what they do when they lie, they learn what I do when I lie, and so on and so forth. I usually wake them up and help them get dressed, starting from the youngest to the oldest. After everyone's clothed, I take them to the kitchen. There my lovely significant other has their breakfast cooked. Chorizo and bean burritos. We have to keep the bowel movements regular, you know. Every morning, I never get tired of the kimono robe I bought her for her first Mother's Day, with the note attached that said, "When you want to stop being Mommy and want to start being a hot Mamma."
There are six rugrats in all. Ten months in between each of them. Almost like clockwork, but what can I say. We're Mexican, so that means we have the "Can't Stop Fucking" gene that rabbits have. I love all of them to death. I love my girlfriend more than anything else. It's just that, again as a Mexican, I'm obligated to never marry her. I know that living this way will never break the stereotype that we are positioned in. I have to have my hair as short as a chihuahuas.
Why? Because it looks badass. Fuck the whites who try to stereotype everyone. They do it just to have the upper hand. You would think that after raping the Aztecs and the rest of the Americas of all the gold, silver, and any other valuable resource it has that they would be smug at the top, but it isn't. Why not throw in death, disease, and heck just for the fun of it slavery? Not to mention dirty looks, discrimination, and forced into shitty jobs with shittier wages until we took control of the majority and demanded equalopportunityy and affirmative action. I guess the blacks are more to credit for getting those two, but fuck the blacks, too. Always complaining about the hell of slavery. Hey, we had it too and a lot earlier than any of you did. Blacks got themselves into slavery, anyways. Slaves were prisoners of war that AFRICAN kings sold to the Portuguese and the groups looking to buy later. So, never say the white man brought you down. You dug your graves. The fucking niggers didn't even try to get themselves out of it. The WHITES saved your asses in the Civil War. We tried to fight back, at least. Guns were too much for us, but of course that made it all the more fair. I mean, the Spanish were thousands of miles away up against millions of Indians. They had to have some kind of a handicap and disease wasn't enough to make it even. We had TWO mother fucking revolutions. We kicked Spain's ass, with some help from the French. Then what happens? The smelly bastards stab us in the back and throw us farther down into the inescapable, black hole of poverty. We yet again kick some ass because we are fighters for freedom. Unlike the god damn niggers.
Anyways, my kids are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
// posted by Unknown @ 6:39 PM 
