The sweet moans of life being birthed. The confusion settles in, as the sweet moans are not so sweet. The moans are the crying screams of thoughts, goals, and aspirations being crushed; one at a time. Life has a curious way of encroaching itself upon you, and upon your very consciousness. Life has a sense of humor only it understands. Ha fucking ha. Cyclical. The silent laughter of pain, torment, and rage. I have gone deaf from the silence.
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FTW
I was standing in line for the cashier at the hardware store waiting to check out. I could see the gray-haired older man, whom was in line in front of me; outside in front of the store, struggling with his bicycle cart. His bicycle cart was somewhat reminiscent of a rickshaw, in the Orient. Instead of using the bicycle to transport travelers from one destination to the next, this man had his entire life within the back of his three-wheeled bicycle cart, umbrellas and all. I watched and listened to this man, as he was cussing at the tire, and the cart which it was supposed to be attached to. This is when I noticed the jailhouse tattoo on his left shoulder: FTW (fuck the world). This FTW tattoo, covered the entire top part of his hairy, wife beater t-shirt wearing, sunburned shoulder. I could tell the tattoo was done with a shaky hand, as the outline went from thick to thin, and back to thick, within each letter, which comprised the eloquent: FTW. It was not bad quality for India ink, and a G string from a guitar, as it was probably the best that type of quality could provide, given the circumstances. As I watched this grey-haired older man, continuously struggle to change one of the back tires of his cart, I could still hear this man cussing from inside of the hardware store. I could not help but think; I guess he didn’t fuck the world, the world fucked him. Life has a way of doing that.
G.G. Kalfas 