A Plethora of Ons

They, they being the old men and slightly older women left here, said that the only way off of the streets was on a slab, on trial, or on your back.

Problem was, way I saw it, if I stuck around, I’d wind up on drugs, on welfare, and/or on my back anyway.

So I worked hard, and that got me nowhere, despite what old rich crackers keep spitting out on the ‘news’.

In the end I got really lucky, as I found out that, to avoid those ons, I had to embrace another.

Coz I got out on stage.

Memories of Main Events

He tried to sneak out the side door while the crowd was swarming the new champ, but I saw him and ran up. He quickly scowled at me.

“Yeah kid? What you want from me?” he said.

“Mr. Aggressor, I just wanted to say that was awesome, and you were a great champ! I want to be just like you when I get older!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Except for the whole losing the title, right?”

“Nah, I want to be in the main event and lose the title like that! Make memories and stuff!”

“Smart.”, I think he mumbled.

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Resisting The Urges

Like all dictatorships, it had begun with the need to sacrifice some liberties for extra securities. But this time, it ramped up to drugging the populus and controlling their minds. The Resistance would take the antidote and fight for freedom, but it often led to splits between families, between lovers.

“Just trust me!”

“You… You have to realise what you’re asking…”

“I know, I know, but it… Everything is clearer, more beautiful…”

“We will get into so much trouble if we’re caught…”

“One meeting. All I ask.”

Together, they took the pills and went to the Political Rally that evening.

Real Life: The Game

‘Stay down!’

The cop pushed me behind the “Queen Fighters XIV” machine while the bullets flew.

“The hell is happening?” I shouted over the din.

“Gang dispute… Back up is on its-“

Right at that moment, a bullet slammed into the cop’s shoulder. He spun around and slammed back first into the “Soccer Football Extreme” cabinet.

“How do I…” I tried to speak, lamely. Slowly, he handed me his gun.

“I saw you on that gun game over there… You can do it, kid.”

I took a breath and prepared to shoot.

Turns out light gun skills don’t mean jack…

Behind The Looking Glass

I guess you can say that I was pretty deep into the whole conspiracy theory thing. I believed 9/11 was an inside job, I came to doubt man walked on the moon, etcetc. Since I was pretty good at hacking into computers, I began to dig, and I pretty quickly began to find these threads, I began to find this shadow part of the government that seemed to be behind it all. I was excited.

And then I dug too deep, and worked out its job was to spread these rumors. To pretend the government was that powerful. Very disappointing.

The Ten Things I Hate About Anna

The fact she can never tell my twin sisters apart.

How she doesn’t like my eggplant lasagne.

She’s got a higher high score in Peggle than me.

The way she never flattens bottles when tossing them out.

That despite years of living with an engineer, she can’t understand even basic scientific principals.

Her ‘Bad Hair Day’ hat.

Her habit of checking our horoscopes every day and then reading them out to me.

That little sigh she makes every time after sex.

The way she impulsively runs after stuff that is blown out of my hand without looking around.

Her death.