Sunday, March 14, 2004
The Day I Met the Devil
It was a long time ago. On a hot day if my memory serves me at all correctly. Actually, it wasn't a long time ago. Just back in eighth grade, or was it seventh? Either way, I was worn out from track practice and I was tired. On top of that, my mom wasn't going to pick me up so she expected me to walk to my dad's office. Now, I walk to my dad's office everyday from Cathedral and my dad's office is really close to St. Clement's, but back then it was way over by Piedras and that's double the distance it is now. Not to mention, I was just a weak little eighth, or seventh, grader back then, not like my robust bod of these days. How could I possibly make the journey in the blistering cold/heat? Instead, I opted for a quick ride from my great friend Andrew Hu and his even cooler mom. His mom barely speaks English so she got completely lost, so I just had her drop me off in front of this business-looking building. It was only eight or so blocks from my dad's so I figured I could walk it. I get out and see that there's a big "For Lease" sign on the front of the building and look back at them to see if they're mean enough to stare at me like the idiot I am for getting out at an abandoned building, but neither of them are even looking at me. So I get out and walk up to the building even though and they drive away before I'm past the sidewalk. So I start my long journey. This is a dangerous time to walk the city streets for Cordova kids are walking everywhere and I'm in my OFFICIAL St. Clement's P.E. uniform, therefore I'm susceptible to ass rapings or whatever the hell it is those crazy public schoolers do to the tame privates.(HA!) I've never met a public schooler outside of a caged environment so I couldn't say. As I walk, I decide to change into my school uniform because from what I learned in music videos that's kind of what thugs wear. I run into an alley and hide behind a dumpster so the public schoolers can't see me naked, unless of course they're girls. But those girls might be rabid(which I confirmed later on in life). Who cares? There's a cure for rabies. So I change(hiding to be safe) and start trying to walk like a pimp, which has always come naturally to me for some reason. I manage to only run into one girl while walking. I'm more than sure that, if I looked back at her, she would be checking out my ass. I would have said something, but it looked like she spoke Spanish and that's always been strange for me in some strange way. So I keep walking and am crossing a street when a man behind me whistles and I turn to see who it is. It is some guy who looks strangely like this guy I know named the devil. As I give him this weird look trying to figure out who he is, I hear a car's brakes squeal behind me. I try to forget the devil and look at this lady who looks like she cares more about me getting out of her way than whether I'm hurt or not. So I keep walking and have my faith reinforced stronger than ever, especially in that faith-breaking time(whenever that time was). You ask how? Well, God is the Midas man. Thank God!
It was a long time ago. On a hot day if my memory serves me at all correctly. Actually, it wasn't a long time ago. Just back in eighth grade, or was it seventh? Either way, I was worn out from track practice and I was tired. On top of that, my mom wasn't going to pick me up so she expected me to walk to my dad's office. Now, I walk to my dad's office everyday from Cathedral and my dad's office is really close to St. Clement's, but back then it was way over by Piedras and that's double the distance it is now. Not to mention, I was just a weak little eighth, or seventh, grader back then, not like my robust bod of these days. How could I possibly make the journey in the blistering cold/heat? Instead, I opted for a quick ride from my great friend Andrew Hu and his even cooler mom. His mom barely speaks English so she got completely lost, so I just had her drop me off in front of this business-looking building. It was only eight or so blocks from my dad's so I figured I could walk it. I get out and see that there's a big "For Lease" sign on the front of the building and look back at them to see if they're mean enough to stare at me like the idiot I am for getting out at an abandoned building, but neither of them are even looking at me. So I get out and walk up to the building even though and they drive away before I'm past the sidewalk. So I start my long journey. This is a dangerous time to walk the city streets for Cordova kids are walking everywhere and I'm in my OFFICIAL St. Clement's P.E. uniform, therefore I'm susceptible to ass rapings or whatever the hell it is those crazy public schoolers do to the tame privates.(HA!) I've never met a public schooler outside of a caged environment so I couldn't say. As I walk, I decide to change into my school uniform because from what I learned in music videos that's kind of what thugs wear. I run into an alley and hide behind a dumpster so the public schoolers can't see me naked, unless of course they're girls. But those girls might be rabid(which I confirmed later on in life). Who cares? There's a cure for rabies. So I change(hiding to be safe) and start trying to walk like a pimp, which has always come naturally to me for some reason. I manage to only run into one girl while walking. I'm more than sure that, if I looked back at her, she would be checking out my ass. I would have said something, but it looked like she spoke Spanish and that's always been strange for me in some strange way. So I keep walking and am crossing a street when a man behind me whistles and I turn to see who it is. It is some guy who looks strangely like this guy I know named the devil. As I give him this weird look trying to figure out who he is, I hear a car's brakes squeal behind me. I try to forget the devil and look at this lady who looks like she cares more about me getting out of her way than whether I'm hurt or not. So I keep walking and have my faith reinforced stronger than ever, especially in that faith-breaking time(whenever that time was). You ask how? Well, God is the Midas man. Thank God!
// posted by Unknown @ 9:10 PM 
