Post by Gjenrei on Oct 29, 2011 1:24:35 GMT -6
She sat there, her fingers nimbly trapsing over her phones keypad. She had been doing so since almost the minute I returned here. The man certainly did not waste any time. I held no enmity towards Lucas, he was just a man who tried his best the only way he knew how, as long as no-one was hurt, it really was not my concern. The woman next to me, was however. Not out of love or endearment, but because I will not stand for any man trying to use an innocent as leverage. Call it a personal principle.
Hee hee hee.. too funny.
Something amiss, Deanna?
I was well aware that her mutterings were not directed at me. But if she wanted to use my hushed tones to start conversations merely to satisfy her curiosity, then so could I.
Just texting with a friend..
A quick feeling of relief washed over me.
Oh, anyone I know?
Even as the words came out of my mouth, I could already here her none of your business response. I could already see the scowl forming on her face. But she must have been in a better mood than I thought, because neither of those things happened.
His name is Lucas..
Feeling of relief disapeared.
...Not sure how he got my number though, been a long time since I talked to him. Didn't even know he lived in town..
He got it because I gave it to him. But, that was not a certainty. I needed to confirm.
This Lucas.. black man.. almost six feet, slim.. black hair.. speaks with a slight southern accent?
She put her phone down and stared at me, the scowl I saw in my mind forming.
Ok, how the hell did you know that?
I could not think of a convincing lie. The time had come, I thought, to just be honest.
I was the one who gave him your number..
I expected her to blow up at me. I prepared myself for the flood of angry words and threatening gestures. My mind automatically reported there were three defensive make shift weapons within arms reach, as well as the fact that one of the exits would be blocked from use by her angry form. But she did nothing, just looked at me, her face taking on a quizzical look.
Why? How.. did you meet him?
I am not sure how to tell you this..
Just tell me.. I can take it.
He is a.. He owns one of those places where they break cars..
Chop Shop..
Yes, that is where I met him. He wanted your phone number in exchange for some information. Now I see why. I gave it to him, because if he came to harm you, I would kill him.
Brutal, honest, truth.
...I see.
Suddenly, she brightened.
Whelp! Don't have to worry about that!
And she was back to texting. I didn't have much to do at this point but wait. Garett was using his contacts to search for Omar, and until he called I could do very little.
Is it better to be focused on having a brighter tomorrow, and let today slip past?
Or would you rather make this day the most important thing to you?
Philosophers have debated this endlessly over the long years of human existance. The debate between looking ahead, or appreciating what is around you. As I recall, there was a successful franchise of horror films where a killer was focused on making people appreciate what they had taken for granted. People came to call him evil, vile, sadistic, and his sole rebuttal was if people understood what they had in the first place, they would not know the pain of losing it. This philosophy can be applied to nearly any aspect of life.
Slack, and the job you hate to do, will not be yours to do anymore. No matter how much you really need the income.
Ignore, and the spouse you promised forever to will pack their things and leave, no matter how much they still may have love.
If you're whole focus is on how happy you will be when you finally achieve your dreams, you never look down to see that your feet have not taken one step closer to actual fufillment. These are the facts of life. A man like Jason Evans is always talking about how tomorrow's match will be the one that gains him glory. A man like Joe Everyman is always talking about how tomorrow is when his fortunes will change.
Neither chooses to put the effort in, today.
You are correct in your assertion that nobody wins every time Seth. Nobody has a flawless record, no man in this sport has never known defeat. But the truth of the matter is, picking yourself up after a loss is not the hard part. The difficult part is coming to the understanding that what matters is the time in between the bells, not the outcome. You must come to terms with the fact that being considered the best, is a mere thought. Something to be held in the back of your mind.
You will be the best man you can be, when you realize there is but one end to this journey.
Death.
I have no desire to hear someone speak "the best" when my name is mentioned. I have no goals of domination, no goals of holding one particular belt above my head, or standing at a podium thanking a crowd for the great honor of an induction. According to you, I should not be here. According to you, I have to want what you want, or I do not belong.
I go to sleep at night, comfortably knowing that I made the best of the day passed.
I step into the ring every week, only focused on making this match everything I can, and let the result fall the way it will.
What I do not do, is stomp my feet like a spoiled child when things don't go my way.
I do not get upset, when someone tells me I am wrong. When they say I will fail.
You are young, Seth. Plenty of time to grow and mature. But that process starts with understanding the way to getting everything you want, is to make sure you know how to walk the path to not earn it, but deserve it. That does not mean deserve in regards to what other people think, that is deserve in regards to what you think. After all, if a man finds the path too easy to what he believes he wants, then what he wants does not feel as fufilling.
You have to learn how to get back up again, before you can remove the fear of being knocked down.
I hold no ill will against you. I am not here to make you miserable by keeping you from one of these goals out of anger or malice. I stand before you, because the chains of fate have placed me in the path of your self perceived road to glory, and placed you as the next obstacle on the endless journey towards my end.
Which one of us will reach our goal first I wonder?
I pray that you never know.
The call came late, after most office hours were long since over.
Yes?
Omar mainly operates out of a little cantina called Rosa's on the Water. Lots of high end suits sharing martini's after a long day of screwing the average joe out of his 401k.
A lot of priority targets..
Not from what I heard. The gang tends to use a lot of common, everyday economy cars in basic bland colors because they're hard to track. From what I figure, they hang out at this bar because they can spend their funds in relative obscurity, and yet are surrounded by lots of high profile and powerful witnesses.
Sounds like a fun party to crash.
Good times. Whats the plan brother?
We'll scope the place tomorrow. Right now, I'm on my way. We might need a little more firepower..
He knew I did not mean guns. I could hear his audible sigh over the other end of the phone.
No.. not him..
Yes, him.
You do know the guy's crazy, right?
That is precisely why he is so useful.
You're the boss, man.. just keep me out of his line of fire.
Hee hee hee.. too funny.
Something amiss, Deanna?
I was well aware that her mutterings were not directed at me. But if she wanted to use my hushed tones to start conversations merely to satisfy her curiosity, then so could I.
Just texting with a friend..
A quick feeling of relief washed over me.
Oh, anyone I know?
Even as the words came out of my mouth, I could already here her none of your business response. I could already see the scowl forming on her face. But she must have been in a better mood than I thought, because neither of those things happened.
His name is Lucas..
Feeling of relief disapeared.
...Not sure how he got my number though, been a long time since I talked to him. Didn't even know he lived in town..
He got it because I gave it to him. But, that was not a certainty. I needed to confirm.
This Lucas.. black man.. almost six feet, slim.. black hair.. speaks with a slight southern accent?
She put her phone down and stared at me, the scowl I saw in my mind forming.
Ok, how the hell did you know that?
I could not think of a convincing lie. The time had come, I thought, to just be honest.
I was the one who gave him your number..
I expected her to blow up at me. I prepared myself for the flood of angry words and threatening gestures. My mind automatically reported there were three defensive make shift weapons within arms reach, as well as the fact that one of the exits would be blocked from use by her angry form. But she did nothing, just looked at me, her face taking on a quizzical look.
Why? How.. did you meet him?
I am not sure how to tell you this..
Just tell me.. I can take it.
He is a.. He owns one of those places where they break cars..
Chop Shop..
Yes, that is where I met him. He wanted your phone number in exchange for some information. Now I see why. I gave it to him, because if he came to harm you, I would kill him.
Brutal, honest, truth.
...I see.
Suddenly, she brightened.
Whelp! Don't have to worry about that!
And she was back to texting. I didn't have much to do at this point but wait. Garett was using his contacts to search for Omar, and until he called I could do very little.
Is it better to be focused on having a brighter tomorrow, and let today slip past?
Or would you rather make this day the most important thing to you?
Philosophers have debated this endlessly over the long years of human existance. The debate between looking ahead, or appreciating what is around you. As I recall, there was a successful franchise of horror films where a killer was focused on making people appreciate what they had taken for granted. People came to call him evil, vile, sadistic, and his sole rebuttal was if people understood what they had in the first place, they would not know the pain of losing it. This philosophy can be applied to nearly any aspect of life.
Slack, and the job you hate to do, will not be yours to do anymore. No matter how much you really need the income.
Ignore, and the spouse you promised forever to will pack their things and leave, no matter how much they still may have love.
If you're whole focus is on how happy you will be when you finally achieve your dreams, you never look down to see that your feet have not taken one step closer to actual fufillment. These are the facts of life. A man like Jason Evans is always talking about how tomorrow's match will be the one that gains him glory. A man like Joe Everyman is always talking about how tomorrow is when his fortunes will change.
Neither chooses to put the effort in, today.
You are correct in your assertion that nobody wins every time Seth. Nobody has a flawless record, no man in this sport has never known defeat. But the truth of the matter is, picking yourself up after a loss is not the hard part. The difficult part is coming to the understanding that what matters is the time in between the bells, not the outcome. You must come to terms with the fact that being considered the best, is a mere thought. Something to be held in the back of your mind.
You will be the best man you can be, when you realize there is but one end to this journey.
Death.
I have no desire to hear someone speak "the best" when my name is mentioned. I have no goals of domination, no goals of holding one particular belt above my head, or standing at a podium thanking a crowd for the great honor of an induction. According to you, I should not be here. According to you, I have to want what you want, or I do not belong.
I go to sleep at night, comfortably knowing that I made the best of the day passed.
I step into the ring every week, only focused on making this match everything I can, and let the result fall the way it will.
What I do not do, is stomp my feet like a spoiled child when things don't go my way.
I do not get upset, when someone tells me I am wrong. When they say I will fail.
You are young, Seth. Plenty of time to grow and mature. But that process starts with understanding the way to getting everything you want, is to make sure you know how to walk the path to not earn it, but deserve it. That does not mean deserve in regards to what other people think, that is deserve in regards to what you think. After all, if a man finds the path too easy to what he believes he wants, then what he wants does not feel as fufilling.
You have to learn how to get back up again, before you can remove the fear of being knocked down.
I hold no ill will against you. I am not here to make you miserable by keeping you from one of these goals out of anger or malice. I stand before you, because the chains of fate have placed me in the path of your self perceived road to glory, and placed you as the next obstacle on the endless journey towards my end.
Which one of us will reach our goal first I wonder?
I pray that you never know.
The call came late, after most office hours were long since over.
Yes?
Omar mainly operates out of a little cantina called Rosa's on the Water. Lots of high end suits sharing martini's after a long day of screwing the average joe out of his 401k.
A lot of priority targets..
Not from what I heard. The gang tends to use a lot of common, everyday economy cars in basic bland colors because they're hard to track. From what I figure, they hang out at this bar because they can spend their funds in relative obscurity, and yet are surrounded by lots of high profile and powerful witnesses.
Sounds like a fun party to crash.
Good times. Whats the plan brother?
We'll scope the place tomorrow. Right now, I'm on my way. We might need a little more firepower..
He knew I did not mean guns. I could hear his audible sigh over the other end of the phone.
No.. not him..
Yes, him.
You do know the guy's crazy, right?
That is precisely why he is so useful.
You're the boss, man.. just keep me out of his line of fire.