Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 17, 2024 6:41:33 GMT -6
Baseball fan? Nope not this guy. Okay not anymore at least. This wasn’t about baseball though, the game just happened to be where we were meeting. Jesse got this spur of an idea that if we met in a public place with a lot of people no one would notice anything, he was right. Don’t tell him that too much though or his big ass head will get even bigger. There was no plan for me to stick around, the ticket was inconsequential, all that mattered really was the meeting place and the conversation.
Jesse’s friend Seth needed to play the cool guy, talking up all the big wigs, strutting around like a fancy pants. Good for him, everyone needs that recognition sometimes, I know that all too well. For me this wasn’t about glad handing or posturing, we were talking about war games, Jesse and I needed to have a plan. So while Seth buddied up with broken down baseball players, Jesse and I whispered in areas where no one noticed
Jesse: So that is how it’s going to work.
Me: Okay got it, makes damn good sense.
It pained me to admit it, but Jesse was onto something. Maybe it was the smell of the dirt, the oil and pine tar, but for some reason there was a strong feeling of annoyance in me. Too many things in the moment were making too damn much sense. All of it just made me want to vomit in my mouth.
Me: Look I have to go, this, all of this just feels wrong. I will see you at War Games.
Jesse nodded his understanding to me and returned to Seth as I vanished off into the crowds. One thing they don’t tell you about walking around in public with a mask on is that people will look at you with the fear of god in their eyes. It’s like every single one of them expects you to bend them over a barrel and rape them right there, okay maybe that was a little extreme, i don’t know. But the reality is I need to say a few things to the NEW.
I left that game, before it even started feeling happy for the first time in a long time. See, something inside of me had been broken, broken for far too long. I wouldn’t call myself a bad man, but it has been a long time since I was a truly good man. That's how the world works though, Jesse used to be a good man, and look at him now. Seth wasn’t born a bad guy, but look at him now. Even Johnny Stylez was a good guy at one point and time. I guess we are all shaped by the world around us.
We can’t all be like Roger Wright, some shining beacon of happiness and hope for everyone else. Christ, I watched everyone try and take that man down, but he’s like a goddamn balloon man outside of a car dealer, he just keeps popping back up again. This time though, this time he won’t see what is coming. We know he has a plan, we know he thinks he is one step ahead of us. But this time it’s different.
Both of his so-called chosen lackeys are being led straight to the killing floor. That spot that you never want to be, and when it is over, all they have to do is look at their fearless leader. The man who couldn’t save NEW 10 years ago, who couldn’t save OPW 4 years ago, the man living off a flash of success that has come and gone.
The small amount of empathy I still hold to a degree feels bad for Roger’s stooges, but then, I remember they could just not show up, they could just make the best decision of their lives. But they won’t, because that shadow of Roger, that shadow that should have faded all those years ago pulls weight, it still casts strong and the weak minded don’t see the truth that it hides. Roger is done, his time, it isn’t now. He isn’t the Golden boy anymore.
There was a nip in the air as I stepped out of the stadium. With both hands tucked into the pocket of my hoodie, I took off for a stroll, to see the town, and bring in the sights. With a deft flick of the wrist the hood came down and the mask pulled off. No one recognized me though. See it doesn’t take much to become unrecognizable to average people. Where once there was hair, now there is none, where once there was beard, now there is none. And some colored contacts and dab of make up in the right place, voila, new person.
Downtown Pittsburgh was all I expected it to be, everything that every big city in America was, tall building and people fucking everywhere. About the only saving grace was the philly cheesesteak I munched down 20 minutes after leaving the ballpark. Beyond that it was just watching the hustling life of people, seeing the kids on streets playing sports, and realizing just how pathetic the lives of normal people are.
These are the people that heroes fight for, these are the everyday hopefuls that want to see someone like Andrew Garrison succeed. They look at him and see second chances, see an opportunity to be better than they were before. He’s a shining beacon for them that screams even if you fuck up, you can still be somebody.
That’s what people cling too, you know, that stupid sappy shit. You see stories about it all the time, this guy did this but he turned his life around. It’s like the fast track to being famous is to fuck up really bad, hurt a lot of people, then turn your life around and do something with meaning. Worked for a lot of people.
Maybe I’m off base though, or maybe I’ve just done too much walking around and am losing my mind. Either way Jesse should be meeting up with me anytime now, the game long since ended. It’s amazing how fast times flies when you wander a strange town, and just watch the sadness that is people living their everyday lives.
Jesse: decided to take the mask off?
Me: No one recognizes me, honestly it’s better that way.
Jesse: Is it though? You don’t kind of long for the days of everyone saying oooooh and ahhhhhhh?
Me: Never liked any of that, but you know that.
Jesse: I do. So what do you think of Philly?
Me: Fucking dump, just like every other big city in this damn country. Filled with underachievers running around dreaming of stardom and not doing a damn thing to achieve it. People living the American Dream if you will.
Jesse: Don’t hold back on my account.
Me: I didn’t.
Jesse: You know, you annoy me sometimes.
Me: Only sometimes?
Jesse: I hate you.
Me: That’s a lie.
Jesse: No, right now, I hate you.
Me: Where is Seth, still gladhanding some has beens?
Jesse: Oh drop it. Seth is getting something to eat. Apparently ballpark food isn’t enough for someone his size.
Me: Sure, sure.
Both of stood there in complete silence, just looking around trying to push the awkwardness aside.
Jesse: This is weird right?
Me: Yep, I kind of want to run into traffic.
Jesse: What?
Me: Nevermind. Look, this week things are going to be great okay. I know you are worried, Seth is probably worried, fuck we know the other team is completely worried. Here is the thing though, we have the advantage, Santa Clause doesn’t even know whose coming to town.
Jesse: What?
Me: Okay bad joke, I think I might be delirious from walking around town all goddamn day while you two watched a bunch of pussy’s swing phallic wood at a scrotum being thrown by another pussy.
Jesse: Look if the stress is…
Me: Naw I’m good, feeling good you know. Ready to tear up the town, burn this bitch to the ground.
Jesse: Not so loud, you don’t have the mask on.
Me: Okay fine. Looking for the first time in a long time, I am relaxed, feeling good. Okay maybe I’m a little nervous, but everything is fine. Sure, walking around the town and thinking about this week probably got to me a little bit. But everything is fine, okay, it’s fine. We are going to War games, we are going to destroy Roger, Andrew, and Abigail. It’s that simple Jesse, Seth and I got your back.
Seth walked up and waved as he devoured a philly cheesesteak. Okay so hey, I got a little weird, it was a bit fun. Sometimes even the biggest asshole in the room needs to have a little bit of fun. Just ask Johnny, everything he does is fun, and this week at War Games, bringing down the house is going to be even more fun. Until then, just keep your eyes open, you don’t want to miss what is coming.
Jesse’s friend Seth needed to play the cool guy, talking up all the big wigs, strutting around like a fancy pants. Good for him, everyone needs that recognition sometimes, I know that all too well. For me this wasn’t about glad handing or posturing, we were talking about war games, Jesse and I needed to have a plan. So while Seth buddied up with broken down baseball players, Jesse and I whispered in areas where no one noticed
Jesse: So that is how it’s going to work.
Me: Okay got it, makes damn good sense.
It pained me to admit it, but Jesse was onto something. Maybe it was the smell of the dirt, the oil and pine tar, but for some reason there was a strong feeling of annoyance in me. Too many things in the moment were making too damn much sense. All of it just made me want to vomit in my mouth.
Me: Look I have to go, this, all of this just feels wrong. I will see you at War Games.
Jesse nodded his understanding to me and returned to Seth as I vanished off into the crowds. One thing they don’t tell you about walking around in public with a mask on is that people will look at you with the fear of god in their eyes. It’s like every single one of them expects you to bend them over a barrel and rape them right there, okay maybe that was a little extreme, i don’t know. But the reality is I need to say a few things to the NEW.
I left that game, before it even started feeling happy for the first time in a long time. See, something inside of me had been broken, broken for far too long. I wouldn’t call myself a bad man, but it has been a long time since I was a truly good man. That's how the world works though, Jesse used to be a good man, and look at him now. Seth wasn’t born a bad guy, but look at him now. Even Johnny Stylez was a good guy at one point and time. I guess we are all shaped by the world around us.
We can’t all be like Roger Wright, some shining beacon of happiness and hope for everyone else. Christ, I watched everyone try and take that man down, but he’s like a goddamn balloon man outside of a car dealer, he just keeps popping back up again. This time though, this time he won’t see what is coming. We know he has a plan, we know he thinks he is one step ahead of us. But this time it’s different.
Both of his so-called chosen lackeys are being led straight to the killing floor. That spot that you never want to be, and when it is over, all they have to do is look at their fearless leader. The man who couldn’t save NEW 10 years ago, who couldn’t save OPW 4 years ago, the man living off a flash of success that has come and gone.
The small amount of empathy I still hold to a degree feels bad for Roger’s stooges, but then, I remember they could just not show up, they could just make the best decision of their lives. But they won’t, because that shadow of Roger, that shadow that should have faded all those years ago pulls weight, it still casts strong and the weak minded don’t see the truth that it hides. Roger is done, his time, it isn’t now. He isn’t the Golden boy anymore.
There was a nip in the air as I stepped out of the stadium. With both hands tucked into the pocket of my hoodie, I took off for a stroll, to see the town, and bring in the sights. With a deft flick of the wrist the hood came down and the mask pulled off. No one recognized me though. See it doesn’t take much to become unrecognizable to average people. Where once there was hair, now there is none, where once there was beard, now there is none. And some colored contacts and dab of make up in the right place, voila, new person.
Downtown Pittsburgh was all I expected it to be, everything that every big city in America was, tall building and people fucking everywhere. About the only saving grace was the philly cheesesteak I munched down 20 minutes after leaving the ballpark. Beyond that it was just watching the hustling life of people, seeing the kids on streets playing sports, and realizing just how pathetic the lives of normal people are.
These are the people that heroes fight for, these are the everyday hopefuls that want to see someone like Andrew Garrison succeed. They look at him and see second chances, see an opportunity to be better than they were before. He’s a shining beacon for them that screams even if you fuck up, you can still be somebody.
That’s what people cling too, you know, that stupid sappy shit. You see stories about it all the time, this guy did this but he turned his life around. It’s like the fast track to being famous is to fuck up really bad, hurt a lot of people, then turn your life around and do something with meaning. Worked for a lot of people.
Maybe I’m off base though, or maybe I’ve just done too much walking around and am losing my mind. Either way Jesse should be meeting up with me anytime now, the game long since ended. It’s amazing how fast times flies when you wander a strange town, and just watch the sadness that is people living their everyday lives.
Jesse: decided to take the mask off?
Me: No one recognizes me, honestly it’s better that way.
Jesse: Is it though? You don’t kind of long for the days of everyone saying oooooh and ahhhhhhh?
Me: Never liked any of that, but you know that.
Jesse: I do. So what do you think of Philly?
Me: Fucking dump, just like every other big city in this damn country. Filled with underachievers running around dreaming of stardom and not doing a damn thing to achieve it. People living the American Dream if you will.
Jesse: Don’t hold back on my account.
Me: I didn’t.
Jesse: You know, you annoy me sometimes.
Me: Only sometimes?
Jesse: I hate you.
Me: That’s a lie.
Jesse: No, right now, I hate you.
Me: Where is Seth, still gladhanding some has beens?
Jesse: Oh drop it. Seth is getting something to eat. Apparently ballpark food isn’t enough for someone his size.
Me: Sure, sure.
Both of stood there in complete silence, just looking around trying to push the awkwardness aside.
Jesse: This is weird right?
Me: Yep, I kind of want to run into traffic.
Jesse: What?
Me: Nevermind. Look, this week things are going to be great okay. I know you are worried, Seth is probably worried, fuck we know the other team is completely worried. Here is the thing though, we have the advantage, Santa Clause doesn’t even know whose coming to town.
Jesse: What?
Me: Okay bad joke, I think I might be delirious from walking around town all goddamn day while you two watched a bunch of pussy’s swing phallic wood at a scrotum being thrown by another pussy.
Jesse: Look if the stress is…
Me: Naw I’m good, feeling good you know. Ready to tear up the town, burn this bitch to the ground.
Jesse: Not so loud, you don’t have the mask on.
Me: Okay fine. Looking for the first time in a long time, I am relaxed, feeling good. Okay maybe I’m a little nervous, but everything is fine. Sure, walking around the town and thinking about this week probably got to me a little bit. But everything is fine, okay, it’s fine. We are going to War games, we are going to destroy Roger, Andrew, and Abigail. It’s that simple Jesse, Seth and I got your back.
Seth walked up and waved as he devoured a philly cheesesteak. Okay so hey, I got a little weird, it was a bit fun. Sometimes even the biggest asshole in the room needs to have a little bit of fun. Just ask Johnny, everything he does is fun, and this week at War Games, bringing down the house is going to be even more fun. Until then, just keep your eyes open, you don’t want to miss what is coming.