it pass without telling those
closest to me how much they mean.
I guess I'll see you when I see you. Peace.
Dennis Shaeffer -
Traveling is one of the greatest things a man
can do with his life, to explore new cultures and expose one’s self to
alternative ways of life. I encourage everyone to do it. The world is more than
just these five to ten mile bubbles our lives are often trapped within.
However, with traveling comes one major
obstacle: Flight.
You see I've never been a fan of flying, the
cabins are too small and I'm always hitting my head on something or getting
stuck beside some unhygienic schmuck. You know, bathing should be a requirement
before boarding a plane. Just once I'd love to hear, "I'm sorry sir, you
cannot fly today. Your stench is repulsive." Even if I were just walking
by I think I'd slip them a fifty or something. I can't be alone in this, am I?
But I'm not going to lie, even after fifteen
hours of hell in a steel cabin, Tokyo
was definitely a sight to see. Not saying it was on my list of top places to
see, some people are obsessed with the place, but it sure has its charm. It's
like a smaller version of Time's Square, except it's everywhere. Light, lights,
and more lights, and the view from our room was amazing. Thank god I wasn't
coming out of my pocket for any of this; and for an international fugitive she
sure has an excess of funds. I asked her for a rough figure of how much she was
working with, to which she replied, "Enough." Followed by a flippant,
"So, how do feel about having to kill a man?"
Just so you know, I'd heard it perfectly fine,
but she said it so nonchalantly, and in that you're going to be doing this soon type of way that it took a
couple moments for it to truly register. In short, it was the calmest freak-out
I've ever had. To avoid suspicion of course.
But honestly, what the fuck, mate? "Oh, by
the way"? Was this honestly how she chose to tell me I was about to add
murder to the list of things weighing on my conscious? It was the first time I
glimpsed the colder side of her character, and definitely intimidating.
To be fair, I knew it was coming someday. I
knew I wasn't going to keep my hands clean forever. It just wasn't possible. I
just wished I could have had a bit more of a warning, a little lead in. And
that lead me to very relevant question...I can see the future, that's my thing,
my skill, my talent, why the fuck didn't I see that coming?
I was half-way around the world in a sky-high
hotel room with a socially inept woman, unrelenting in her quest to create a
better world, but couldn't come to the logical conclusion that at some point I
needed to actually trust her instead of going along out of the fear that she'd
end me. That, and just how did she know where this guy was going to be, could
she see the future? I was vocal about his. I was legitimately pissed off; my
wife feared for my life, I feared for both our lives, and I was pretty sure the
NSA, FBI, CIA, or MIB were going to show up at my doorstep and cart us all
away. And this woman didn't even have the decency to be honest with me? Hell
yeah I was vocal about it!
And she quickly returned the aggression. The
pleasant woman I'd known every moment since had very quickly vanished, causing
every ounce of courage I'd managed to gather seem as if it had never been. The
room began to tremor lightly, the lights pulsing through various degrees of
brightness.
"You are psychic, right?" she growled
slowly, her head cocked slightly, trying to comprehend the misunderstanding.
Backing me into the couch sitting in the middle of the living room area. I
nodded.
"And you have one of these, right?"
She reached into her rocket and pulled out a little gold encrusted, blood-red
octagonal shaped gem, about the size of a dollar coin. In my shaken state it
took me a moment, but I did, but...
"But what?" she interrupted, growing
visibly more annoyed.
You see, Joe had given me a similar gold
encrusted gem, but mine was
closest to me how much they mean.
I guess I'll see you when I see you. Peace.
Dennis Shaeffer -
Traveling is one of the greatest things a man
can do with his life, to explore new cultures and expose one’s self to
alternative ways of life. I encourage everyone to do it. The world is more than
just these five to ten mile bubbles our lives are often trapped within.
However, with traveling comes one major
obstacle: Flight.
You see I've never been a fan of flying, the
cabins are too small and I'm always hitting my head on something or getting
stuck beside some unhygienic schmuck. You know, bathing should be a requirement
before boarding a plane. Just once I'd love to hear, "I'm sorry sir, you
cannot fly today. Your stench is repulsive." Even if I were just walking
by I think I'd slip them a fifty or something. I can't be alone in this, am I?
But I'm not going to lie, even after fifteen
hours of hell in a steel cabin, Tokyo
was definitely a sight to see. Not saying it was on my list of top places to
see, some people are obsessed with the place, but it sure has its charm. It's
like a smaller version of Time's Square, except it's everywhere. Light, lights,
and more lights, and the view from our room was amazing. Thank god I wasn't
coming out of my pocket for any of this; and for an international fugitive she
sure has an excess of funds. I asked her for a rough figure of how much she was
working with, to which she replied, "Enough." Followed by a flippant,
"So, how do feel about having to kill a man?"
Just so you know, I'd heard it perfectly fine,
but she said it so nonchalantly, and in that you're going to be doing this soon type of way that it took a
couple moments for it to truly register. In short, it was the calmest freak-out
I've ever had. To avoid suspicion of course.
But honestly, what the fuck, mate? "Oh, by
the way"? Was this honestly how she chose to tell me I was about to add
murder to the list of things weighing on my conscious? It was the first time I
glimpsed the colder side of her character, and definitely intimidating.
To be fair, I knew it was coming someday. I
knew I wasn't going to keep my hands clean forever. It just wasn't possible. I
just wished I could have had a bit more of a warning, a little lead in. And
that lead me to very relevant question...I can see the future, that's my thing,
my skill, my talent, why the fuck didn't I see that coming?
I was half-way around the world in a sky-high
hotel room with a socially inept woman, unrelenting in her quest to create a
better world, but couldn't come to the logical conclusion that at some point I
needed to actually trust her instead of going along out of the fear that she'd
end me. That, and just how did she know where this guy was going to be, could
she see the future? I was vocal about his. I was legitimately pissed off; my
wife feared for my life, I feared for both our lives, and I was pretty sure the
NSA, FBI, CIA, or MIB were going to show up at my doorstep and cart us all
away. And this woman didn't even have the decency to be honest with me? Hell
yeah I was vocal about it!
And she quickly returned the aggression. The
pleasant woman I'd known every moment since had very quickly vanished, causing
every ounce of courage I'd managed to gather seem as if it had never been. The
room began to tremor lightly, the lights pulsing through various degrees of
brightness.
"You are psychic, right?" she growled
slowly, her head cocked slightly, trying to comprehend the misunderstanding.
Backing me into the couch sitting in the middle of the living room area. I
nodded.
"And you have one of these, right?"
She reached into her rocket and pulled out a little gold encrusted, blood-red
octagonal shaped gem, about the size of a dollar coin. In my shaken state it
took me a moment, but I did, but...
"But what?" she interrupted, growing
visibly more annoyed.
You see, Joe had given me a similar gold
encrusted gem, but mine was
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