Me Press Trigger

There comes a time when some change is not only inevitable, but it is also, inevitable. Plus, you can not escape from it. Or evade it. This would  be a good time to say, to the relief of a lot of people, that such a time is NOT this time, but, NOT this time. This is the time where I am gleefully and emphatically saying, I have, am, just now, pressing the trigger, and you will all shortly be sent to hell. Totsiens, or maybe, we will never meet again, after today, ha ha!

So, I woke up, very late this morning, and looked up at the greying sky and was like, knowing how I have been shackled all this time, "yeah, right!", and came down, although I was, I confess, a bit heartened at the temperature change. There is something about a brisk cold wind or the cold, gloomy sky that lifts my spirits. Maybe it is because God's spirit is less evident, I do not know, but I was a bit happy.
Unfortunately, I am not at my sharpest around people, which probably saved my bacon a little while later.

As I came down, and there is this road that becomes boyes drive, before it becomes boyes drive, yes? I usually turn at the last left, and walk down. As I was crossing the road, I saw the gallery woman come out of her house, at the corner, and she was evidently, as I deduced a while later, waiting for me to see her so I could probably go... "oooh, you poor thing" or some such sentimental bullshit. ( I suppose that it is an afrikaans or jewish thing, some people just can not understand English, not even simple words like I hate you, I want to see you dead, et.c.) Anyway, as i walked down, who else should drive behind me but the imp, and as I turned where this lawn is, he stops his car, and, being a safe distance from me, because I also stopped and... fortunately... stood still, he asked me again"what are you doing back here?"
I could not tell him that I was just casually curious whether I would actually ever get laid again, so I answered
"Is there a law that says that I should not be here?" ( off hand I could think of several, I am an illegal immigrant, no fixed abode, bla bla... and well, I am not at my sharpest, as I said, among people, that all comes later)
"Yes, you know you are not supposed to be here".
"Listen, if you have a problem with me, you know where the court is, go there, and if you FIND a restriction order, then you can talk to me, otherwise, you are just blowing wind"
"What?" ( It is definitely a language thing. Fucking jews!)
"you heard"
Then he said something which I did not pay attention to at the time because I was already walking away, but when I did, I was like, no, he did not say that to me, Oh, hell NO, and I wanted to go for him, then I thought, why bother, I know something he does not know, and soon he will be too busy... ;
"I will kill you my brother!"
Now, that was a gross insult. I mean, what nerve!

I liked it better when the white people said that we were related to baboons, it was more dignified. Being called a "brother" by the imp, man, it is enough to put any decent black man to shame. Man, that is fucking insulting!

So, I came down anyway, and the gallery woman was near the Blue Bottle Store, parking her Almera and she preceded me to the blasted door, and when I would ahve gone to get my breakfast, way after nine that was, way too late for me, there was 'scary sherry's' mazda mr-2 by the entrance. I almost threw up, but did not, because she was not there. i could not sit still, I had to go see the whales, go to the train station, do this, do that, all the while trying to figure out just what fucking business God had up His sleeve.
Then with alarming slowness, like a person falling off a mountain, it all came together.

I know something you don't know

Even from the time He said, "September 18: Independence Day", He has been consistent in everything that He was "time specific" about, in that I always ended up being the decider. Look even at that poster-on-the-car-window  thing, with the Sunday 22? October caption. He said something, I waited for Him to act, He did not, and then I blasted Him, showing that I was an independent entity.And it is the same this time. I was, all this time, undecided about this woman, but totally decided about everything and evryone else, and well, it takes me becoming rather pissed off, with permission, to actually do something about the worrisome situation. So, I decided that today, I had had enough. Maybe it was the fact that I was not being left alone, that goat-faces were coming out of the woodwork, that everyone and their mother were all doing as they saw fit while I was just being a fool, someone that everyone thought they could intimidate or cause to be more... friendly... or whatever, but I got fed up, and thought, to hell with this. Everyone dies.
Now, I have released the word. Prepare to see the after effects.
Apparently, my word has power.
I have but to "speak, friend, and enter".
Which is why I decided to "speak"
Hell, you can hate me now. Wont change anything.