A Gate, a Pool and Harrold...

I've been in many situations, sometimes the situations are better lived in my mind than actually going through them. That's what I would like to think, but the reality is, is that I was probably thinking about something really stupid at the moment of the moment. But that's okay-

So, here's what happened, the guys to your right, Ring and his twin brother Taro, were one person and got split into two. Assholes thought they would be more efficient as two retards rather than one. Perhaps they never thought how a half of a retard is better than a full one. I guess, jokes on them.

They invited me to a pool one day. It was at one of those gated communities, you know the ones that you need a clicker to get through the front gate, need a key to get into the gym, need a key for the bathroom, a key to live.....so on and forth. So, you needed a key to get in to the pool area. I had been sitting in this beautified, maximum security suburbia, for a while. Sitting, contemplating why ants exist, and in thirst for some alcohol.

A couple of six chairs away from me, laid Taro.

Yes I know, but there was no way I was going to lay next to him. If the obvious doesn't strike you immediately, then it was because he smelled like the carcass of a dragon. Ring, was locked outside. He called for Taro, but was ignored.

In his frustration, the little twerp, called one of the workers to let him in. The worker, who was a nice Colombian gardener, came to the rescue.

"I need the door opened." Pointed Ring.

Too much avail, or however it is that you use that word.... The Colombian Gardener, Harrold, could not open the gate. He sent Ring to call for the office manager. At which point, Harrold pushed the gate open, ran to get a pair of sheers and ran back, closing the door behind him.

"A drink would be nice." I mumbled.

Ring came back with an old lady, that looked like the plastic surgery actually made her look worse. She didn't have a key. She then put her hand on the gate and began to pry it open.
She then retracted her hand, and looked back at Harrold....

"Do you know how to open this Harrold?"

Hesitating, "No, mam, no."

They both left, leaving Ring alone. You see, they both knew how to open the gate. But none dared to show the other that they knew. Independently, they feared each other, if Harrold showed her, what he knew, he would get in trouble. If the old lady showed Harrold what she knew, then Harrold, the subordinate would get the idea that professionalism, is not needed within this community. Interesting how that worked out.

At that moment, Ring smashed through the gate knocking it into the pool. The boy, being deprived of all logical thought, continued to swim underwater with the gate wrapped around his neck or kneck. Very nice......

-Frankl Horowitz

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An Introduction is in Order...

Well then hello to this Blog of Madness. I'm not sure exactly how these things work, and if someone is going to even read this. But first and foremost, my grammar sucks. Not my creators grammar because he writes like this on purpose, but mine... which in turn carried off to him and in turn carried off to me...

The Picture to my left, or shall I say, to the left of these words, is Kalan Segal. He is my mentor and is responsible for my advanced form of whale talking. He's also the man to talk to about tea and how, it's better than coffee. I for one, boycott tea and rather drink myself into oblivion at a bar. Just the other day, I was at a bar, and was approached by a half white, half retarded woman.

"Is anyone sitting here?" She asked.

I quickly rushed the alcohol down my throat and held my breath. I mean, I know she was ugly... I could smell her when she walked in. So, I made myself really dizzy and disoriented and looked at her.

"I believe there is. You should ask the chair." I said as I gestured for another drink.

I quickly began to think of the things that people think about when they're picking someone up at a bar. What kind of guts did it take to that? I was simply stumped, fallen to the mysterious of the human social system. I didn't understand it, and wouldn't have any of it either. So I was-

"There's someone sitting on it." She Said.

I stared at her, then at the seat in a peculiar manner. "So there is." The drink made it's entrance with a quick exit down my throat. Enough of this madness. I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. In the stall, I heard a neighboring stall user throwing up, the other...well, you cold imagine. And then I found myself, little me, nodding myself asleep. A couple of white Russian's and I'm done for.

The door is then kicked open.

Here, at my most confused and staggered moment, I find myself vulnerable. A would be black man, suffering from a pigment disorientation, which so happens to be blind, swinging a stick at me.

"Is anyone sitting in here?" He moans.

I couldn't answer. I was frozen.

"Hello,"

I was stuck in a part of my mind. What to do, what to do... I though of my mentor, Kalan... but I don't think he covered this in one of his lessons.

Should I:

A) Pull my pants up and leave.

B) Ask him to stop and finish.

C) Walk out and wait till later.

D) Punch him and run out.

E) Finish and let him figure it out.


Oh, and I'm guessing that all the choices had to end with a question mark.
But I didn't really want them there.... a question mark can be distracting and a little
scary, you know?


-Frankl Horowitz

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