That Poor Man

He’s sitting there, all alone and solemn seeming to keep to himself. The train is filled with the regular afternoon crowd yet this man is somehow ignoring it all. We leave for the next station and he doesn’t move. He just sits and sits and sits and sits all while mindlessly staring out the window. This place reeks of freshly smoked cheap cigarettes and the sound of obnoxious music, how does this man disregard anything without the help of earphones or a book? Woah. This man could easily pass for a wizard. He could turn everyone around him into toads if he really wanted to. Or maybe just poof them out of here. That’d be a very useful trick; getting rid of all that is obnoxious on this train.

A homeless woman boarded the train. And of course she goes right up to this man asking for the usual. He has sympathy in his eyes as he shakes his head. This poor woman is carrying all she owns and yet it’s illegal to give her change. No wonder this man feels terrible. As the woman leaves the man quickly grabs his things and races past. The smell of his cologne fills the air around as he runs by. Getting off the train he runs for the poor woman. He smiles then makes a gesture toward what seemed like a restaurant. An electronic voice notifies passengers of the next stop as the doors slide to a close. The woman is still insight and she seems to pull something out of her coat. All of a sudden a loud CRACK fills the air as the train goes on.

Tough Man Gone Soft

Month: 1

My team and I land on the shore and we’re immediately surrounded by hundreds of natives. Why the fuck are they all here? We just landed. We don’t get a damn breather first? Ok. My team wants to stay peaceful, but I just want to blow each of their God-damn heads off. My partner keeps me calm…for now.

Month: 2

Our mission here is to get resources, right? So why haven’t we gotten any more resources? I’m fucking tired of these natives. We need to get what we came for and we need to get it now. I march to the leader; head-honcho; whatever the fuck they call him, and start yelling about these damn resources. My team pulls me back and gives me a piece of their mind. I lose it from there. They just don’t understand anything. Trying to tell me “we need to stay calm”? And “we won’t get anywhere being forceful”? Whatever. I still tell the native’s leader we need those resources now. Not later.

Things went my way.

Month: 3

This month my team decides to remain calm with these people. But this month again we don’t get the resources we came for. I’m surrounded by idiots and need to get off of this island.

Month: 4

My team and I finally came to an agreement: every other month we will press the natives for resources. Not exactly what I had in mind, but maybe this lame excuse for a team will come around to seeing things as I see them. This month we got the things we needed with just a bit of force. No one has been killed. We did experience a nasty rainstorm about a week or so ago. I’m glad we got those resources before the rain. We needed them.

Month: 5

Today the team decided to hang out with the little kids of a local tribe. “Trying to make a good relationship” is what they tell me. These people don’t seem all too bad, but my mind can’t stray away from what our original mission is. What if there’s another rainstorm? And if a monsoon makes its way to us? What then? We’d have to use the little resources that we’ve collected.

Month: 6

This month was my month and we got what we needed. The natives haven’t been so bad about it either. Huh. Maybe my idea of them was wrong. I just hope to whatever God is up there that nothing turns hostile when we press for more resources in this last half of the year.

Month: 7

It’s the middle of the year and we only have two cargos of resources. Five more months to go. This being peaceful crap needs to stop and it needs to stop soon.

Month: 8

I almost shot a native today. I should’ve done it! He wasn’t working hard enough! I had to have that cargo of resources filled and put away today. This month was my month and things needed to get done.  GOD! I can’t take it! My mind tells me to push them then my heart tells me it’s better if I didn’t. Fuck. I’m turning into a sissy thanks to this team of hippies.

Month: 9

Nothing crazy has happened lately. That’s the only good thing about this month. The guys back home aren’t going to be happy with the little resources we bring them. After this month things will have to change. No more Mr. Nice Guy. We need to push them to work harder. But I really don’t want to leave things on a bad note with these guys…

Let’s just see how things play out.

Month:11

I haven’t been able to write much lately. Things have been getting pretty stressful trying to get more out of these guys. A bunch of little asshole kids tried swiping my watch from me a couple of weeks ago. That really pissed me off. Yea, I got it back, but I wish I could’ve backhanded one of ‘em… I need to stay calm. These past two months the locals have been pretty cooperative. They filled two cargos for us.

Stay. Calm.

Month:12

Aaaahh… The last month here. We head back home in two days and I’m happy, yet a little bummed. I’ve grown to love this place. The natives pissed me off here and there but I overall loved it. They were a bunch of lovable pushovers. Anyways, this month my team and I decided not to press them for resources. We want to leave on a good note with these guys. Plus, the local shaman, Samoa, gave me a lucky necklace to protect me on my travels. I’m not sure if I’ll take it in fear that it might just be unlucky, then again the guy might curse me if he finds that I never took it.