Shotgun Shenanigans

It's been about two weeks since I had a nice shotgun pulled on me from a nondescript dark automobile with dark tinted windows with the intetion of taking the worldly belonging which I happened to carry in my trusty old backpack at a little past midnight on a Monday. Oddly enough, I didn't seem to panic; I actually looked at the shotgun and its wielder without stopping and hissed derogatorily - almost despectively! -, did and odd jump/step (perhaps as if to run) and kept on walking, thinking to myself that I was going to get shot in the back at any moment. A number of things confabulated into saving my skinny white ass from dying and getting robbed. First, my reaction (or near lack thereof) must have put a chink in the would-be robbers' armor, their aggressiveness thwarted momentarily by my impervious visage, surely they must have been dumbfounded by my indiference to their phallus-substitute and primitive and otherwise peremptory barks. Second, a nightwatchman - one without a weapon, mind you -, roused by my intented tormentors' yelling, came to see what was going on, yelling "Que esta pasando aqui!" (what's going on here!), this called attention from the staff at an all-night gas station some 50 feet away, which would factor into my Third saving factor. Now, the watchman, seeing the shotgun, dove behind a parked car, I walked by past him, sparing him a look and a smile and asking "What was that about!?" motioning with my head towards the thugs behind me. I made my way to the gas station where a friend was waiting for me while he pumped some air into his car tires and told the man with some disbelief "you know, I think they just pulled a shotgun on me..."

It's been strange month; not the nicest span of time lately, what with being sick back-to-back (intestinal infection, throat infection, nasty coughs and the removal of a wisdom tooth) and in-your-face evidence of this country's social decay, I'm feeling strangely lucky despite my maladies. I'm just luckier than ever to be alive, that much I know. Should I buy a lotto ticket or something?

In any case, some lyrics for the day, below.

Walking On The Moon - sting

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs dont break
Walking on the moon
We could walk for ever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon

Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet dont hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon

Some may say
Im wishing my days away, no way
And if its the price I pay, some say
Tomorrows another day, youll stay
I may as well play

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs dont break
Walking on the moon
We could walk for ever
Walking on the moon
We could be together
Walking on, walking on the moon

Some may say
Im wishing my days away no way
And if its the price I pay, some say
Tomorrows another day, youll stay
I may as well play

Slave To The Grind - Skid Row

You got me forced to crack
My lids in two
Im still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
Leads the blind
Im just another gear in the assembly
Line - oh no

The noose gets tighter around
My throat
But I aint at the end of my rope cause
I wont be the one left behind
Cant be king of the world
If youre slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Cant be king of the world
If youre slave to the grind

Get it?

A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun aint even close
Theres no need to waste
Your prayers on me
You better mark my words
cause im history
Yes indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by
But id rather tear this thorn
From my side

I wont be the one left behind
You cant be king of the world
If youre slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Cant be king of the world
If youre slave to the grind

They swallowed thier daggers by
Turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
Brick by brick
Im sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

They swallowed thier daggers by
Turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
Brick by brick
Im sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

I wont be the one left behind

You cant be king of the world
If youre slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You cant be king of the world
If youre slave to the grind

I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind



Helloween
If I Could Fly lyrics

No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I'll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more
Refrén:

If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly

So here I am
In solitude I stand
I've got dreams inside I need to realize
My faith has grown
No fear of the unknown
No more
No more

If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly

If I could fly
If I could, if I could, fly

If I could, if I could, fly If I could,
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly