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They say that San Francisco is/might be Dangerous?


Jason Rimbaud

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The other day I was walking to the B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit), which is another name for the local Subway system, it was late, sometime around 11:PM, when I was approached by three youths, they couldn't have been older than twenty. Even though I was listening to my I-Pod, I am aware of my surrounding, and when they stopped in front of me, barring my way to walk, I took out one of the ear buds, and looked at them blankly.

The tallest one, which still didn't come up to my shoulder, told me in his broken accent, "This is my block, if you want to continue then we have to do a pocket check."

Now I'm not completely hip with all the new lingo that is floating around the world, but being as I have spent some time on the streets in my youth, I immediately knew that this young youth was basically saying that since I was on his block, then he was going to take everything that was in my pockets.

On Saturday, I was witnessed to another crime. This time it was a crack-head looking dude that was hanging around my restaurant's patio. Being that I am rather cynical, the moment I laid eyes on this dirty man, I knew that he was up to no good.

I watched him for a few minutes, I first thought that he was going to try and steal something off our patio, maybe drinks from a table, or cash after someone paid for their check. I guess if you've been in the restaurant business as long as I have, then over time you start to develop a keen instinct when something isn't quite right. I'm not sure what it is, but just from the body language, I can usually tell when a guest is going to try and skip out on his check, or when a skittish looking crack-head is going to try something shady.

This time, instead of the crack-head fucking me over, he walked over to the bike-rack that is located right in front of my restaurant, and after producing a pair of chain-cutters, he cuts the bike lock and then quickly jumps on the bike and pedals away.

Two moments later, the dude who's bicycles the crack-head just stolen, walked outside of my restaurant.

Now I don't know why those people who have a love of bicycling insist on wearing spandex. It's like something inside them drives them to wear the tightest garments known to humans, a way to showcase the goods so to speak. I like nothing better than to see a guy's goods. But should I really be able to tell what religion a particular human adheres too? Because no one looks good in spandex...not even Lance Armstrong. There comes a time when the garments you wear outshine the sport you have taken up to pursue.

Cycling is one of those sports. And while I'm speaking on the subject of spandex, why is it those of us humans that are weight challenged are most of the ones that abuse spandex.

Not even when I was at my best, spandex was never an option. Fuck all, I love riding my bike, but I have never once in all my life, thought I would be a better cyclist by wearing those stupid outfits. Do I really need to see if a cyclist has hemorrhoids or not? I don't think so.

So the dude that just had his bicycle stolen, who was abusing spandex by the way, took off running after the crack-head who was pedaling his stolen transportation as fast as his half-failed lungs could propel him.

I would probably make a considerable wager that by the time that very hour had elapse, crack-head had sold that bike and was already high from the profits. But try explaining that concept to spandex wearing wacko, especially after getting the privilege of watching him run down Embarcadero. In a way, it was very entertaining.

He was circumcised by the way...so maybe spandex might be good for something. At least I knew I shouldn't be shouting out Jewish slurs toward him.

Not sure if any of you are familiar with Absinthe or the sordid history of this wonderful green liqueur. But my hero, Arthur Rimbaud, and his older French lover, drank this almost exclusively. And a few months ago, I found out that this once outlawed drink was now available in America. Apparently, the powers that be have decided that the terror campaign that was once waged against this wonderful drink was a boatload of shit, they have now agreed that it's a harmless spirit that is no worse than a bottle of Vodka.

As I type this, I am now drinking this particular beverage, and I must say, I am quite addicted already.

It's more than a homage to my favorite poet and mentor, though I must admit I was first intrigued by this drink because of my love of Arthur Rimbaud, but as I sampled this intoxicating adult beverage, I am now completely encapsulated under it's spell.

It's 68% alcohol, and a wonderful green color. Which is why Arthur Rimbaud and his contemporaries called this magical drink, the green fairy. They even went as far as to name this drink the poet's third eye. Now I haven't written poetry in quite a while but I understand why it's nickname is the third eye.

As I am now drinking this wonderful beverage, and have been for a few hours, I feel so inspired. Is this inspiration due to Absinthe, is it due to my connection to Arthur Rimbaud, or is it due to my own misgivings and a desperate need to have a connection with a poet that completely saved my life in my teens?

It really doesn't matter, I have given up writing poetry in any way. Matter of fact, I haven't written a new poetry piece in quite some time. I have two pieces that I have written and re-written a dozen times trying to get it right, that one day I will post online and will be the last two pieces of poetry that I will ever write. Even two years ago when I first started these pieces, I knew that they would be the last two pieces of poetry I would ever write.

Maybe I am scared, maybe that's why I haven't been "able" to complete these pieces even after two years. Or maybe the reason I started writing poetry is obsolete now and I can't let go of the past. Either way, I am two pieces away of being Jason Rimbaud, the poet.

Not that Absinthe has any bearing on this decision. I am simply following this train of thought to it's bitter end. I am so close to never writing poetry again and in a way it scares the living shit out of me. For so many years, Jason Rimbaud had been mainly known for his poetry. Yeah I've written a Blog that a few people have found amusing over the years, but I can pretty much assure that when asked who the hell is Jason Rimbaud, most people, if they even heard of me, would say he's that poet that has written a lot of pieces a few years ago.

What have I written lately?

So I was in the middle of a block and three thugs were demanding that I give them a pocket check. Being that I am not a silly little fag and that I am pretty much a fag that is accused of being straight by even those that know me truly well, I did what was completely in my nature.

I took out my ear-bud, looked them over one by one, and said in my most centered voice, "It's going to take more than the three of you."

I then put the ear-bud back inside my ear and promptly ignored the three fuck-heads that were standing in front of me. After a few moments, they retreated to either bother someone else or make their way back to their home.

It really doesn't matter what they did, because in the end, bullies are nothing more than beings that feed off of fear, if you show them no fear, then they have no power. Make of this what you will...I have already made of this situation what I will...the rest is up to you.

Jason

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You write awfully articulately for someone who's been into the wormwood for over an hour. I'd be flat on my back, giggling or barfing or passed out or doing what it is one does on his back.But I don't know that for fact because I've never tasted the stuff, it being illegal and all. It's rumored to drive its participants nuts, or kill them, whichever comes first. It's the nuts part that worries me. Some of us don't have all that much leeway in that regard.C

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It's no longer illegal in America Cole, so if you wanted, you could enjoy the marvelous affects of wormwood. And I wouldn't believe all the horror stories about people going crazy and or nuts. I'm sure if you were to drink a whole bottle or so maybe zaniness would occur.That being said, I remember writing this piece but I don't remember posting it online. And I know I woke up on the wrong end of my bed with all my clothes off but one sock and one shoe (not on the same foot) That being said, at least I had taken the time to clean up the supper dishes so the house was clean this morning.So I wouldn't recommend drinking half a bottle of that stuff unless you like waking up naked with your feet resting comfortably on the pillow.J

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It's no longer illegal in America Cole, so if you wanted, you could enjoy the marvelous affects of wormwood. And I wouldn't believe all the horror stories about people going crazy and or nuts. I'm sure if you were to drink a whole bottle or so maybe zaniness would occur.That being said, I remember writing this piece but I don't remember posting it online. And I know I woke up on the wrong end of my bed with all my clothes off but one sock and one shoe (not on the same foot) That being said, at least I had taken the time to clean up the supper dishes so the house was clean this morning.So I wouldn't recommend drinking half a bottle of that stuff unless you like waking up naked with your feet resting comfortably on the pillow.J
Oh, I wasn't doubting you when it comes to legality. I'm sure you're more up to date on the legality of things, considering your life, and mine, and your need for such information. I meant that back in the days when it wasn't uncommon for me to drink to excess, that's when it was illegal. Now, I don't drink that much, it takes much less to get me feeling silly, and I'm sure I coudn't go through a half-bottle of absinthe in one sitting. Or one evening.But you said something else, just tossed it off, that might have some merit, and indeed, might make you rich. You said you awoke in the morning not remembering cleaning the house.You, my freind, have just come up with a new product. Call it ChoresBegone. Throw in something to disguise the flavor of the absinthe, perhaps horse radish or kimchi juice, color it orange, on the label call the absinthe, "and other ingredients," and in the directions for use, say something like, "Beginning an hour before you plan to do your most hated chores, drink four ounces of ChoresBegone every fifteen minutes. Then, do your chores before taking a nap.""Caution: Do not drive heavy equipment or engage in any bomb disposal activities while using this product."C
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It's no longer illegal in America Cole, so if you wanted, you could enjoy the marvelous affects of wormwood. And I wouldn't believe all the horror stories about people going crazy and or nuts. I'm sure if you were to drink a whole bottle or so maybe zaniness would occur.That being said, I remember writing this piece but I don't remember posting it online. And I know I woke up on the wrong end of my bed with all my clothes off but one sock and one shoe (not on the same foot) That being said, at least I had taken the time to clean up the supper dishes so the house was clean this morning.So I wouldn't recommend drinking half a bottle of that stuff unless you like waking up naked with your feet resting comfortably on the pillow.J
Oh, I wasn't doubting you when it comes to legality. I'm sure you're more up to date on the legality of things, considering your life, and mine, and your need for such information. I meant that back in the days when it wasn't uncommon for me to drink to excess, that's when it was illegal. Now, I don't drink that much, it takes much less to get me feeling silly, and I'm sure I coudn't go through a half-bottle of absinthe in one sitting. Or one evening.But you said something else, just tossed it off, that might have some merit, and indeed, might make you rich. You said you awoke in the morning not remembering cleaning the house.You, my freind, have just come up with a new product. Call it ChoresBegone. Throw in something to disguise the flavor of the absinthe, perhaps horse radish or kimchi juice, color it orange, on the label call the absinthe, "and other ingredients," and in the directions for use, say something like, "Beginning an hour before you plan to do your most hated chores, drink four ounces of ChoresBegone every fifteen minutes. Then, do your chores before taking a nap.""Caution: Do not drive heavy equipment or engage in any bomb disposal activities while using this product."C
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