glorify the hour

i had a dream where a man in a suit with a nice watch stopped me when i was walking in the city and his socks were soaked and his shoes dripping with the pungent oils of gasoline and he took out a cigarette and asked me for a light and i said fine alright and handed him a lighter in exchange for his watch. as i walked away i realized the watch was in fact broken – it couldn’t tell me anything, much less the time, and it hung there on my wrist like a shackle, a hunk of glass and metal glittering violently in the sun.


An Exercise In Perspective

The reason I chose St. Anthony’s was because it was too sleazy for any pig to patrol.  Plus, even if they had it in mind, their squad car could only be parked in the alley out back.  I knew it’d be easy.  I done small jobs here and small jobs there, but with Jimmy about to cut my throat over 5 grand, I knew I needed somethin bit bigger.  So I chose St. Anthony’s, because it was to be so expected that no one would guess.  That schmuck that runs it has no clue either.  Doesn’t even have the mind to know what his shit is worth.

I’d stopped by there once before.  My girl wanted something to flash around in front of her ladies, so I figured I’d get a necklace – so long as it was cheap.  I hustled the sucker, convinced his ass to sell that shit half price.  Shit, so I knew it was the place to go.  The guy was a moron, but I knew he had enough mind to keep a loaded gun in the place.  So I rolled in with my .45, but with no intention of bloodying up those walls.  Just for protection, you know?  In case shit got uglier than it was supposed to.

So I stroll in and the old fool’s doing a crossword, and I think shit, I got this made.  And he’s got this smile, like this is the best shit he’s ever done.  Didn’t even look up when I walked in.  So I start strolling around, you know, looking half interested and shit, not attracting attention.  And this guy only looks up once.  The whole time.  Shit!  I walked out 2 minutes later with this ring, a 4 karat, right on my fucking hand!  I walk down to the pawnshop a block away, and sell that shit right then and there.  The little fucker tried to give me less than that shit was worth.  But I got him up to where it was supposed to be.  Easiest money I ever made.


Started like a normal day.  Washed some punk’s puke off the sidewalk before I could even unlock the place.  I looked at the crumbling bricks seasoned in graffiti and prepared myself for another day.  And it was just another day, though it coulda been different if I had tried to be the big man.  Put up the open sign and just sat, waiting for a con.  You know, if I had just stuck to the right hustles, it woulda been different.  Never shoulda learned to bet on those horses.  And I’d never have met the whiskey if I hadn’t lost so much on those damned tracks.  Coulda got out of this shit hole.  The only good thing about the jewelry shop was the profits.  People don’t know nothing about jewelry.  They know as much as I know bout the horses.

This tough looking thug walks in about 9 o’clock, and I think, this hood aint buying jewelry at this hour.  I seen him before too.  Sold him a necklace for two bills and it wasn’t worth ten bucks.  Put a smile on my face, remembering that easy money.  This time, he wasn’t buying nothing.  Thieves, they all got the same tell.  They stand there looking at a piece, but they’re not looking at it.  They’re looking through it.

He thought he was smooth.  Picked up two rings, put em on the same hand, then only took one em off.  I’da said something – made him pay, but he had a gun.  Got a bookie after me, so I been keeping the gun at home, for protection.  So I was sitting there like some chump, figuring out what to do.  So I decided not to be a hero today, cause the hero always dies at the end, you know?  I asked myself, your life worth risking over that 5 dollar ring?  Probably isn’t, but at the time it felt like it.  Plus, I’d already swindled him for two hundred.


Life became clear to me in a jar of white asparagus.

Nutritionists recommend eating as many colorful foods as you can get your hands on. The more varying in color(natural colors, not soda and candy, but fruits and veggies), the wider range of vitamins contained. Example: green spinach with carrots and tomato. Those are three pretty solid colors, and a distinct set of vitamins in each vegetable. What’s interesting is that all the fruits and vegetables in the world come from the same water and sun, it’s just the variation in perspective that allows for such diverse and beneficial productions, and always maintaining the title of energy-source/life-source. A carrot sends up it’s hair to see the sun and decides to make vitamin A. Oranges mimic the sun and make C, and so on and so on.

As for the asparagus, I hadn’t heard of white asparagus until I came to spain. What they do is grow the vegetables in a sun-free atmosphere, and as a result the asparagus never gets color, I imagine that to be a result of its lack of vitamins, however good it may taste.

Regardless of the vitamins they don’t give me, I will forever be grateful to these white asparagus, they answered a question that at some point we all come to. If what some say is true, and we’re all the same person beneath it all, what’s the point in having so many lives here on earth? Why So many people and experiences? It’s enough to make one doubt. But as I looked down to fish these asparagus out of the jar, it became clear: if fruits and vegetables can perceive the sun and water in so many different ways as to come up with such a variety of flavors and vitamins, shapes and species, what can countless billions of human beings perceive in the same world, and how many ways can we see the same sun? If, to live healthy, energetic lives, we need to take in all these different fruits’ and vegetables’ perceptions of the sun and H2O, One very great and large being would live quite well with the combined perception of so many billion human beings, right? Not to mention that each of us would and do begin to mushroom in growth as we gather and share perceptions, information and experiences. 

Every vision of the sun contributes to growth. 

Our eyes are like lenses through which the sun passes before reaching the earth, and each set of lenses, constructed by the combination of history and individual–a combination that never repeats–mold, shape, color, retell, construct and word such light into a pattern that leaves its mark on the earth forever. And a thousand mirrors show you a thousand suns. With each new person on earth, a new sun is born, a sun that is like to a blank sheet of paper or lump of clay, offering the greatest gift of all: free will of creation, with which we may remake the infinite sun however we choose, each with our own, and each equally beneficial to the rest.

Written on a Monday