 December 5, 2003
there's no place like...
Last week, some of the lowest breed of human mistakes tried to run my father off the road. After not finding it as easy to execute as they planned, and when a witness began approaching in the oncoming lane they took off. It made the papers, and thankfully it was a small overlooked article (because you need your name in the papers these days like you need a target on your head). Unbelievable, but after all that, my father seems unfazed, he even tried to chase them when they took off. The man is in his mid-70s and unfazed, Christ. You know what though? That's actually bloody typical. People in Trinidad seem to think crime is just a normal part of everyday life. Back home we've gotten used to hearing and saying things like, "yuh hear dey try to kidnap meh family last week?" without batting an eyelid. We've become so fucking stupid it's absolutely amazing. In the last year my cousin was robbed and taken to a crematorium where he thought they'd rape his girlfriend and put a bullet in his head, two of my friends were held for ransom weeks on end, my brother migrated after having his wife and child held up and robbed at gunpoint in their home, and now I've got to wonder whose list of targets my Dad's name is on. Wake me up now, please. I used to be just like them, I used to tell people things back home weren't as bad as everyone was claiming, I used to be stupid. Now I'm just scared. Justin | 4:16 AM Comments: there's no place like...
there really isn't anything to say, bad things happen sometimes, and this is my place to vent about all things, good or bad. (I feel a mini-post coming on...) there are never any words (at least for me) good enough, strong enough, loving enough, that I can say when something bad happens in one of my friend's lives, I mean, what can you really say that will help? I saw "the moonlight mile" a few days ago, a movie I rather enjoyed, in it some parents lost their only daughter, and could not stand the sea of sympathetic verses that came from their friends, because guess what, they just lost their fucking daughter. I think it's enough to let the people you care about know that even though you don't have all the answers you want to be there for them in any way that they need you. the great thing is that, for me, I think I know which friends those are, I know that even though they may fumble over words they care about me a great deal more than I know. Lord knows I've had my heart ready to burst in the past and at the same time unable to utter a word of sympathy, because I felt that any word I said could never do a justice, all I could do is hold on to them and hope it was enough... but guys, don't worry about me too much, I know I've got more than my share of people that give a damn about me (more than I've got any right to have), and I think you all know that if I need a shoulder to dampen I'll almost always pull it near. Posted by: j at December 6, 2003 7:59 AMoh fucking hell, Post a comment
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