pickup line i just heard outside my window
"yo, lemme come stab you a few times tonight"
finding it harder and harder to get out of bed every morning.
breaking bad with walter white played by 1995 john witherspoon and jesse pinkman played by 1995 chris tucker
95 bernie mac as saul goodman
oceanstains replied to your post: barack obama didn’t turn out to be the…
I voted for him so it’s disappointing that he’s killed so many people
barack obama didn’t turn out to be the president i had hoped for. he’s not really “for the people”. he isn’t leading any revolutions against the discrimination of people of color. mass incarceration still a problem. stand your ground. stop and frisk. i mean, he’s no martin.
but barack obama is so fucking cool, man.
he’s charming. and funny. and he has a beautiful family. and he just seems like an all around good guy.
and he’s black.
so it’s like…fuck…i mean, you can’t hate the man. he’s the coolest president of all time.
there’s more to the story but ima chill for now.
we stayed home for the rest of the week.
on the monday of the following week, my mother took us back to the summer program.
"what about Kirk?" i asked her, on the way to the program.
she told us that Kirk had been fired and that everything should be fine.
i always felt guilty for being part of the reason Kirk got fired. he was such a nice guy.
i was 9 at the time, so my little brother had to be 4 or 5. he was a pretty chill kid but he had his days where he was just a complete pain in the ass (like most children). i think this was one of those days. apparently, he had gotten in trouble two separate times earlier that day so his outburst was his 3rd strike. Kirk was fed up.
Kirk walked over to my brother, who was sitting at the front of the group (and i at the back), and snatched him out of his seat. Kirk then grabbed my brother by his left wrist and raised him off of his feet. he then looked at all of us and said “well since Kamen (my brother) wants to be a class clown, lets all laugh at him.”
and the class laughed and pointed at my brother, as he dangled in the air from his wrist by the grip of this tall man. Kamen just squirmed around trying to break free, and when he became tired from squirming he began to cry. he put his right hand over his face to hide his tears.
when the altercation started, i sat in the back of the class horrified. i saw Kirk as an authority figure and i’ve always been one to respect my elders so at first i wasn’t sure if i should speak up in the defense of my brother or not. i could tell that Kirk was crossing a line but i wasn’t sure how i should react.
when my brother started crying, i lost it. i charged toward the front of the room screaming “THAT’S MY BROTHERRRR!!!” and with all of the might in my 9 year old body, i stomped on the front of Kirk’s shoe. he winced in pain and i grabbed my brother out of his hand and ran towards a set of stairs that lead to the pastor’s office.
at this point, i’m crying. my brother is crying. the room is silent. Kirk is walking towards us, trying to get us away from the stairs. i’m freaking out, thinking Kirk is trying to hurt us because i stomped on his foot. in a panic, i took my shoes off and started hurling them at Kirk. i hit him twice, but it doesn’t stop him from walking toward us. so…i ripped the shoes off of my brother’s feet too and before i hurl the first one Kirk says “Fine! Just go!” and points up the stairs.
i grabbed my brother by the hand and dragged him up the stairs and into the pastor’s office. i didn’t knock, i just burst through the door. the pastor was sitting at his desk. startled, he asked me “what’s going on?”
my brother and i stood there, completely disheveled and crying, as i tried to explain to the pastor what happened. he sat us on the couch in his office and tried to calm us down.
he called our mother, and within the hour she too was in the office. i remember her giving us a hug and then telling us to stand in the hallway while she had a talk with the pastor. i could hear my mother raising her voice at the pastor through the door but i couldn’t make out the words. after a short conversation, she came out of the office and took us home.
one summer when i was younger, my mother put my little brother and i in this summer program. it was like a summer daycare for kids who were out of school but had no one to look after them while their parents were at work. a very well rounded program. there were arts and crafts and field trips and the program had an elaborate playground and was also located across the street from the 2nd biggest park in they city. my brother and i enjoyed the place.
there was a guy who worked for the program named Kirk. Kirk was a really tall white guy with a thick mustache and a thicker midwestern accent. he was late-20s/early-30s. i remember him being very lanky and awkward, with a goofy face. and he was great with kids. very nice guy who often entertained us with his impressions of cartoon voices we were familiar with. his jar jar binks was a crowd favorite.
the program was run by a pastor so during our downtime, he would have us watch a lot of vhs tapes of things like veggie tales and gospel bill. one day Kirk gathered all of the kids together and sat us down in front of the tv to watch whatever it was we were watching that day. right before Kirk hit play my little brother sucked his teeth and blurted out “i dont wanna watch this”
this pissed Kirk the fuck off.