Post by Ben Everest on Oct 19, 2020 1:43:51 GMT
“Be Spooky?”
Ben could only shake his head, not only was this the furthest thing from who he was but he was also stepping into the ring against Santana.
Fantastic.
“What the fuck do they want me to say? Am I supposed to be morose?”
Hey, here’s something spooky. Picture an adult man stuck in a dead-end job for years and years. No growth, no movement up the “ladder”. Just stuck in his ways until the day he dies, alone and with nothing to show for his life’s work.
“Hey, they said be spooky. Not fuckin’ depressing.”
I couldn’t be scary if I wanted to.
I’m the door guy.
I full sprint to the ring, and I put people through doors. Entertaining? Sure, in small doses. But there’s nothing scary about me.
Truth be told there’s not much scary about Santana either.
He tweets in all caps, and stabs Trevor every now and then. That’s not really scary, that’s funny.
Truth be told, I don’t really deserve better than this. Workin’ in a Spirit Halloween store, if it wasn’t for this business I’d probably be the one behind the counter.
Fuck, what am I supposed to do here?
Throw in a jump scare somewhere?
That would never work.
See, that shit doesn’t work anymore.
Scary for me is reality, what’s going on around us while we just try to get through our daily lives. I was scared being stuck in a dead-end job, doing fuckin’ nothin’ for four years. I wasted four years of my life, and for what?
To get a paycheck? Barely one at that, livin’ paycheck to paycheck isn’t fun.
What’s spooky is not knowing if you’re gonna have enough money to be able to eat during the week. Yeah sure, your bills are paid but you got nothing left.
Nah, not anymore.
I’m not doing that shit anymore, I was a loser long enough.
“Fuck that shit.”
Standing in front of a video camera that I bought from Best Buy, I don’t even know how to work this stupid thing. Of course, I have to try and pretend to be spooky. I pick the scariest place I could think of, Newark.
Standing outside dressed like a goddamn clown.
Clowns are still scary, right?
It’s dark as shit, and I think I’m on somebody’s corner. Oh well, gotta get this shit done.
“You know, ever since I got into this business I’ve hit the ground running. I’ve gone into every situation full force, without a hint of looking to see what’s around me. My environment, my situation, it never matters to me.I’ll take any challenge on, I don’t care. Frankly, I’m glad to even be here. I know what’s waiting for me if I start to slow down, and really take a look around.”
Fuck, this shit is so embarrassing.
“It’s because I keep that mindset that I’ve been allowed to have such success in a short span of time. The money I’ve already made doing this, that’s what let’s me know I’m doing the right thing here.”
Am I too loud? There’s people everywhere now, and they’re all fucking lookin’ at me.
“So when I’m presented with a new opportunity, I have to take it for what it is. I have to charge in, and not think about anything else. Santana Johnson is a man who’s also afraid of nothing, I’ve seen the look in his eye before and he’s been ready to die since Nineteen Seventy Two.”
Yo, is that somebody ducking behind a car?
“That’s why I have to step up. I have to face Santana, and not worry about the consequences. Because when you start doing that then everything gets real. And reality can be a cold place to live in sometimes.”
Shit, there’s three more now.
“So Santana, come and face the reality of your situation. You’re about to get put through a fuckin’ do-”
My feet are already doing the work, I’m gone from here. Thankfully I grabbed the camera, everything else can be left behind. Their message is very loud and clear, I’m lucky that nobody is chasing me.
I can hear the bullets buzz past me, they make a snapping sound.
It’s wild.
I feel alive.
Don’t think dressing up like a clown was the smartest choice though.
Ben could only shake his head, not only was this the furthest thing from who he was but he was also stepping into the ring against Santana.
Fantastic.
“What the fuck do they want me to say? Am I supposed to be morose?”
Hey, here’s something spooky. Picture an adult man stuck in a dead-end job for years and years. No growth, no movement up the “ladder”. Just stuck in his ways until the day he dies, alone and with nothing to show for his life’s work.
“Hey, they said be spooky. Not fuckin’ depressing.”
I couldn’t be scary if I wanted to.
I’m the door guy.
I full sprint to the ring, and I put people through doors. Entertaining? Sure, in small doses. But there’s nothing scary about me.
Truth be told there’s not much scary about Santana either.
He tweets in all caps, and stabs Trevor every now and then. That’s not really scary, that’s funny.
Truth be told, I don’t really deserve better than this. Workin’ in a Spirit Halloween store, if it wasn’t for this business I’d probably be the one behind the counter.
Fuck, what am I supposed to do here?
Throw in a jump scare somewhere?
That would never work.
AHHHHHHHHH
See, that shit doesn’t work anymore.
Scary for me is reality, what’s going on around us while we just try to get through our daily lives. I was scared being stuck in a dead-end job, doing fuckin’ nothin’ for four years. I wasted four years of my life, and for what?
To get a paycheck? Barely one at that, livin’ paycheck to paycheck isn’t fun.
What’s spooky is not knowing if you’re gonna have enough money to be able to eat during the week. Yeah sure, your bills are paid but you got nothing left.
Nah, not anymore.
I’m not doing that shit anymore, I was a loser long enough.
“Fuck that shit.”
Standing in front of a video camera that I bought from Best Buy, I don’t even know how to work this stupid thing. Of course, I have to try and pretend to be spooky. I pick the scariest place I could think of, Newark.
Standing outside dressed like a goddamn clown.
Clowns are still scary, right?
It’s dark as shit, and I think I’m on somebody’s corner. Oh well, gotta get this shit done.
“You know, ever since I got into this business I’ve hit the ground running. I’ve gone into every situation full force, without a hint of looking to see what’s around me. My environment, my situation, it never matters to me.I’ll take any challenge on, I don’t care. Frankly, I’m glad to even be here. I know what’s waiting for me if I start to slow down, and really take a look around.”
Fuck, this shit is so embarrassing.
“It’s because I keep that mindset that I’ve been allowed to have such success in a short span of time. The money I’ve already made doing this, that’s what let’s me know I’m doing the right thing here.”
Am I too loud? There’s people everywhere now, and they’re all fucking lookin’ at me.
“So when I’m presented with a new opportunity, I have to take it for what it is. I have to charge in, and not think about anything else. Santana Johnson is a man who’s also afraid of nothing, I’ve seen the look in his eye before and he’s been ready to die since Nineteen Seventy Two.”
Yo, is that somebody ducking behind a car?
“That’s why I have to step up. I have to face Santana, and not worry about the consequences. Because when you start doing that then everything gets real. And reality can be a cold place to live in sometimes.”
Shit, there’s three more now.
“So Santana, come and face the reality of your situation. You’re about to get put through a fuckin’ do-”
BANG
My feet are already doing the work, I’m gone from here. Thankfully I grabbed the camera, everything else can be left behind. Their message is very loud and clear, I’m lucky that nobody is chasing me.
I can hear the bullets buzz past me, they make a snapping sound.
It’s wild.
I feel alive.
Don’t think dressing up like a clown was the smartest choice though.
