3 AM Is A Good Time For A Conspiracy Theory

This morning a fairly normal-looking man with glasses came to the register with a normal assortment of items he wanted to buy. We did the polite converstation which consisted of me saying "good evening" and "how's it going tonight?" and him replying "that he is doing good" and he asked "how about yourself?"

We finished off the exchange while I was scanning and bagging his groceries. I didn't say anything to him until the end of the order when I asked if "he had an Air Miles card" and he replied "no", it seemed like the end of another normal order when he looked up from his receipt and asked me a question that he was going to answer "Do you know who I think counterfeits money?". Great, a crackpot rhetorical question from a stranger, one of the reasons I enjoy working night shift is the wide assortment of losers, junkies and nighthawks that come out of the woodwork when the sun goes down. His answer was "The banks, because they believe in demons and spirits which comes from being apart of a group called The Freemasons." I want him to elaborate and continue on with his proclaimation that came out of nowhere so I mention "The Illumanti", he smiles and says "Aha! So you do know what I'm talking about. Freemasons have alot of members that are open criminals so they protect them, also banks have access to the plates make money." I'll admit it's a little far fetched and has some big holes but I can't force my opinion on the guy and it seemed like he wanted to get it off his chest so I added my thoughts on it to encourage him to carry on. After talking about this in the five minute range, he lets me know that at some of the gas stations where the fuel trucks come and put the gas(the raised concrete part with the covered holes), there are triangles and on some of the triangles are messages and other quotes. As he said "good-bye, have a nice night" I had to stand there for a good minute, wrapping my head around what we had just talked about, it wasn't the fact that we had the talk but the reason for it. I don't know why decided to start with that, maybe looking at his debit record, who knows? Either way I enjoyed it because I was starting to think it was going to be a normal night, I'm glad I was wrong.
(Two posts in one month!)

End Of The Post Music: Sly & Robbie - Roots Man Dub

Awesome dub reggae track off Trojan Dub Massive Chapter 1

Stay Low And Keep Firing

After alot of planning and preparation Tuesday night, Shaun, Whitey and I had a roman candle battle in Gibbons Park. We each had 7 roman candles that fired 15 candles(105 rounds for the win), two lighters, and a garbage can lid. We drove to the parking lot and unloaded the trunk, it took us awhile to figure how we were going to store the candles on us, Whitey and Shaun were lucky that their pants and belt loops held them in place. As for myself, I had to carry them by hand because the cargo pants I borrowed dumped them out of the pocket when I was walking. We walked to a wooded area and took up some positions, we gave a two minute slink away time and after a rough estimate, Whitey let the first shot off. Surprisingly for how close we were to each other, there were only a couple of close head shots, Shaun even decided to go all Spartan and walk with his shield held in front of him while he fired. I was the "victor" because I still had candles left, but that's because I stashed at the base of a tree. I would fire off two then run back and grab some more, repeat until I won. I think we all lost at least one lighter in our battle, I did the dumb thing and dropped it after the spark from one of the wicks licked my hand. I fired off the last two candles at a sign, hitting it only once.

End Of The Post Music: Organized Konfusion - Stray Bullet

Pharoahe Monch "Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism. Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang* Clip to release projectiles in single, file forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel. Headed for the light at the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight."

Prince Poetry "Cops tried to explain to his pops what I done, I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one. And as a human I'm the surprising one, Prince Po I flow the ripper. Either way you never, ever know how I'm coming. Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence. Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves."

The Accidental Lisp

I've been meaning to write about this for a week and in that time I have had it happen a few other times. An accidental lisp occurs when you are talking and something, either physically or in your mind, causes you to turn your attention to what just happened all while you're still talking. The result is one or a few of the words that come out of your mouth to sound a bit different then what you imagined them to sound, it's almost like it's the first time you're pronouncing all over again for that split second. For me, this happens rarely but it has happened enough times that I've come up with a term for it, it doesn't mean it sounds like a lisp but it really doesn't sound like the way you would say the word. I used to be embarassed very easily as a kid, causing me to dread public speaking which made my presentations the perfect time to crack some jokes, which would cause me to shake up and stutter my sentences, keeping the cycle going. Nowadays, I don't like having the accidental lisp pop up but I handle it all in my stride by either cracking a joke, repeating the first part of the word(or if it's one syllable, the whole word)a few times, or just laughing at how silly it sounded. The time that made me actually think about this was when I was working at A&P, I was talking to a girl who was beautiful and we flirting a little bit, I love talking to girls and I usually can maintain myself but every so often the cartoon wolf in my head gets the best of me and goes "AWOOOO". That happened and I misprounounced a very easy to say word, I laughed it off and said "it happens sometimes when it's late and I'm talking to people" she smiled and wasn't the least bit fazed by it. Alot better then me stammering and trying to not mess up more words.

End Of The Post Music: Aaliyah - Young Nation

"Tonight I'm hittin' the town, ain't holding nothing back. Hey! Well alright tonight is the night, well I'm in the mood for celebration, or even some jazzy conversation. Hey! It's O.K here I come so anyway, I'm the young nation and young nation is me. So here we go from the one the two and to the three."

The Beauty Of Night Skating

On Tuesday, I finished my last night shift for the week so after I woke up around 6pm and going about my "day" having dinner and things of that nature, I wasn't tired because 11pm for me is roughly my afternoon so I got a great idea. I decided to head to a local skate spot near me(The Costco on Wonderland, 5 minutes to skate there)and slowly get myself back into the part of my life that I've missed because of Winter, I did basic moves to get myself back into the vibe, Ollies, 50-50s etc(I explained different moves in a post a few months back). I was out skating for 45 minutes I got that same feeling I get with a good skate session but it also came with a new vibe, one I got from being up at night. For me, I find the night time so more calming and everything seems more vivid and detailed, I love looking at neon signs in the distance because of the glow they give in the night air, weird yes but I find it interesting. Pumped from finally skating after many months there wasn't much I could at 12:30am so I turned on the TV and went to the Rogers On Demand channel, browsed for a while until I picked The Longest Yard. I thought that because it was a remake it would be terrible(I don't have to see the original to know what a terrible movie is)instead I found it funny if you can let things go, not little things I mean big legal things. I laughed loudly alot during and the build-up to the big game at the end didn't dissappoint.

End Of The Post Music: Ghostface - Biscuits

Ghostface: "Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown, And get down! Get slapped with the put down. Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'. I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'? Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening"

Trife Da God: "that's how it is, I get it, just how I live. 'Cause me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge. Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live. Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins. This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home"

I Wish I Could Make This Up

Last night at work was the start of the construction and renovations to make our A&P more...something, two years ago money was spent to modify the layout and now they decided to tear all that down and start over again with more changes. It seems to make sense to management as they say "it's the cost of doing business" but this isn't what this post is about, why? Because this would be a boring topic for me.

Last night at work a former employee came and decided to do some "shopping", she was fired a few days earlier because she left her post around 6am and took seventy bucks out of the till, she said she was sick and was unable to stay, that's fine but why is there money missing? What I was told by one of my co-workers earlier that night links it all together, she's a crackhead(what's with this store and fiends?)so what she has been doing for the last few nights is coming in and grabbing a nice helping of meat and other products then go out to the parking lot and try to sell them for money, she would come in three or four times and do this. Unfortunately with the way the law is we can't stop her unless we actually see her put the items in her bag, thanks to the construction going on we have alot more eyes so one of the guys came and pointed it out, I told my supervisor who felt bad for her and instead of getting her arrested, let her know that she isn't allowed in the store and if she comes and won't leave, then the cops will be called. On one hand if the cops came and picked her and her band of rock fiends up, they'd be out pretty soon, itching for a fix and would go back to doing what they need to do for money. Actually, there is only one hand in this situation and it's not something simple that could be fixed with jail time, rehab only works when the person wants to be clean. I don't think this is over so hopefully it won't be a boring night today.

End Of The Post Music: Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway - Where Is The Love?