In the darkness..........

I used to have this girlfriend that whenever we made sweet love in her aunt's house she would keep the light on. She always said that the darkness carries sound, so if we made love in the light it would be more quiet. Well I'm not too sure about the factual aspects of what she said, but I did it anyway.

As I was in the rain in the darkness of this English town many thoughts cross my mind. I miss many things, I miss the one place in Queens I use to go to relax late at nights by the LIRR train tracks. A place I could climb but an abandoned cherry picker machine and watch my neighborhood from 100 feet about everyone, and watch the trains go pass. But because of progress has become paved over with gravel and now I can't reach my 100 feet post as which I had become accustomed to. What I also miss is my choice.

I remember one Saturday night in Philadelphia, after a nice night of parking cars at a new night club. I've been working as a valet parker for about 8 months, and have been working at this particular club for 2 months now. I had the job down packed, where to park the cars, which route to take and basically how to make my money. I had a little scam, a scam that would only effect my employers, and not the customers. Except for that one night that I locked a guys keys in his car, that cost me 120 dollars, straight out of my pocket. DAMN!!!!!! Well no big deal I would make it back in no time. But on one usual night of working till 2am, with my usual amount of over 300 dollars in my pocket in small bills, I got on the bus. Well I thought it was a regular night, but as soon I got off the bus, only 3 blocks away from my apartment, which I shared with one of my cousins at the time.

This little Spanish fellow approached me and asked me if I wanted to buy a gun. To be honest I did want to buy a gun, but being approached in the middle of the night was not the scenario I was hoping for. But I wasn't sure if he really had a gun or not, and if he did would I get shot. Those are the questions that went trough my head. But being a cool ass person I was, I asked questions. Questions that would give me answers to other questions, and time for me to read him. After about a minute or two, I can't tell how long it was but seemed short and long all at the same time. Then I knew in my heart that he had no gun, but because I really wasn't in a mood to fight him, I played dumb. He then changed up on me saying he wanted money and my watch and pager. Of course I said I had no money and gave up my cheap 20 dollar watch, but because I knew he had no gun when he asked for my bullshit pager I said no. I refused, a few times and then he ran off.

I think he thinks he got away with it. But being me, grudgeful and revengeful I could not let him get away with it. So basically I got my 8 inch blade out of the backpack I always carry, threw it behind a parked car and began to hunt my prey. I knew he could not have gotten too far, and basically had an idea of where he could have went. And guess what after two turns I was on his ass, he never say me coming. I approached him, and said give me my watch back, he was scared shitless and talking rubbish. I swung my knife at him, cut his shirt and maybe him too, then being a crack head he was he grabbed the knife with his hands. We struggled for awhile until the cops came, Philadelphia finest. Guns drawn, "drop the weapon!!" I did, don't feel like getting shot tonight. Was under arrest for the first time in my life.

Spent the night in a holding cell until morning, seen a judge, called out of work, and then released, saying charges dropped. I was asked if I want to press charges because the guy was a known drug user with a long sheet of arrests. I said yes, justice has to be given one way or another. But was it really.

I never got my watch back, the guy never did jail time. And worst of all, to this very day every time I go for a new job, and they do background criminal checks on me, guess what? I have a record saying I've been arrested for aggravated assault, criminal possession of a weapon, etc, etc... A few more I can't remember right now. Where is the justice?

This is what I have on my mind as I walk in the rain, in the darkness. Peace!!

The day I became Superman....

Well I didn't gain the ability to leap building in a single bound, nor was I faster than a speeding bullet. The only thing I gained was the ability to remove my glasses and no one recognized me. Well not everyone just one person, my homeroom teacher. Back in I think 1993 when I was in 9th or 10th grade, my home room teacher did not recognize me without my glasses. I've been wearing glasses since 4th or 5th grade, I think because my father wore glasses and he told me about a story about how he think he got them, I tried to do the same. He told me he tried looking into the sun and that destroyed his vision. I tried it one afternoon after he told me, and to add to that I started saying I can't see too well in class.

So one day I ended up in the eye doctors office getting my vision checked and what do you know, I got glasses. I was happy for awhile, but being an active child like I was, I ended up breaking every pair of glasses I ever owned, even up to this very day. I really hate my glasses, well not the glasses itself, the fact that I have to wear them every moment of everyday. I've been seriously thinking about the laser surgery, but want to wait until it's very cheap to do.

Well back to me being Superman/Clarke Kent. I broke my glasses as usual, but this time it was beyond repair. No tape in the middle like a typical nerd, no kind of glue could help it. So I ventured to school as usual. Went to home room as usual. But when I got there I was denied entry because my home room teacher did not recognize me. Now how can a guy that sees you twice a day for the whole school year, not recognize you just because you don't have your glasses on. That day was the funniest day of my life. The only time I felt like Superman.