My phone rang one desolate, dank, and cold evening.
She asked for Carlos.
I told her she had the wrong number.
She called back.
She called back a third time.
My jack and coke told me that I was bored.
So we talked.
For thirty minutes.
A strange girl and myself.
I don’t talk to strange women.
Women have cooties.
So we went on a date. It was rather bizarre. A date with a woman. We met. She was a pretty girl, but I think I was just being nice when I told her this. She liked pixie sticks and newports. I had both of these in my pocket at the time as well. We hit it off somewhat. We saw a movie. Then sanity kicked in and I never saw her again.
This was the ultimate chance meeting. I wanted to say I went out with my wrong number girl. If I was bi, I would have gotten in her pants so I could say I have sex with people that dial the wrong number. But I had already pilfered my friends phone line one day and made dates with six different guys who were actually calling him. My phone booth whore days have long since vanished.
GOOD VS. EVIL
Some chances we take have results not always visible to the naked eye. We take a chance on lending a friend money. Let say $500. That person promises to pay us back but everytime we ask them for our money the subject is changed. We hear about their abusive boyfriend, we hear about how expensive gas is, we hear about their drunken sister.
Then we suddenly remember this person is single. Then we remember gas is like a buck fifty a gallon. Then we recall they don’t have a sister.
So we stop asking.
We try not to harm the friendship in this person’s mind even though they might be harming it in ours but not making any attempts to pay us back. They don’t seem to have much of a consciousness or a soul when it comes to these things. Then you think for a second that you are being too harsh. Then you find out another friend of yours lent this person money and never saw a dime of it either.
Several weeks pass by. You have a few drinks at your friend’s house and fall asleep on the couch. In the morning you part ways and find your wallet to be short a few bills. You go home. You wonder what to say. Whether to say anything. What you say is ignored. So you keep silent.
Then we go off into the night.
Then we try and forget this person existed.
We hear rumors about their plight.
We hear sordid fairy tales, most likely a melody of facts and fables, everywhere we turn.
We wonder what went wrong, why we took such a chance on them.
Why couldn’t he have been honest? Why can’t we tell the truth and be honest for once?
BLACKMAIL
I like the way you look at me.
I like the way you brush your hair.
I think your eyes are a glimpse into heaven.
I know you had sex in your car last night. I am going to rat your ass out.
Yup sometimes we are lucky little ones and aren’t always the ones with our hand caught in the cookie jar. We catch other people’s hands in the cookie jar quite often too. I was involved in one of these situations before. Well shit I seem to have been involved in many of these situations, who am i kidding?.
Sometimes all we have to do is shut up and listen. You can hear drama from quite a distance.
All of the thoughts in my head told me to go for the money. Extort! Extort! Extortitionaaayyyy! I need a vacation I thought to myself. I chose to have a conscience. I laughed about it with the dude, who was the “other woman”. The months worth of laughter provided much more valuable than any payment plans.Chance provided a good chuckle.
CONCLUSIONAIRE
We all take chances. Sometimes they take us.
We have the power in ourselves to determine the final outcome.
Time may have had its way with you.
Time may be your best friend.
But when the time comes to make your mark.
Will you actually take that chance you have been dying to take your whole life?
Or will you let time have its way with you and regret those leaps of faith?
Those chances you can’t take back.
Those choices that beckon forth your reaper.
I simply call him Dismay.
By SpaceDog