Post by The Dunne Deal on Jan 19, 2020 2:00:46 GMT -5
We find ourselves looking out of the window of a car as it passed by one dilapidated house after another. Each one is more derelict than the other. Broken windows, fire damage, collapsed porches, it's very clear that this area has been largely forgotten by the public. Suddenly a large clearing comes into view. All except on house is left standing on this particular block. It's fade blue paint barely visible in sunlight. The car stops and Joe Nobody gets out. He walks up to the property, and cautiously walks up the step of the front porch and into the missing door, disappearing out of sight. The camera pans around the building. Windows are broken, and the back half of the home has collapsed from a fire many years ago. As the camera makes it's way back to the front of the house. We see Joe Nobody standing in the doorway.
"I can't believe it's still standing after all these years. Sure it's not how I remember it, but it's still here. Welcome to 8000 block of Waterman Ave located in Southwest Detroit. And welcome to my childhood room of eight years, or at least what's left of it. And you know what being here makes me sick to stomach, the fact that this piece of shit building is still standing here even after every other house has been demolished astounds me. Has if this, this thing is mocking me, constantly reminding me of my past. I don't need reminders, nor do I want them. You want to know why. Because I don't need them. I don't the constant reminder of how my mother worked her fingers until they bleed just be able to try to put food on the table. I don't need to be reminded of the constant nights of going to bed cold, dirty, and hungry. I don't need to reminded of the days of waking up to no heat, electricity or running water. And, I certainly don't need to remember that I shared this home with that worthless, chain-smoking, acholic bastard of a sperm donor I called a father. I see him enough went I look in the mirror."
Nobody kicks the door frame in frustration.
"Why?! Why do you still stand you, piece of shit house, why? Are you making fun of me, huh? Is that it? Or are you trying to tell me something else? Like despite how I've had to struggle and work for everything I have. Despite growing up as the only white family in a predominately Hispanic neighborhood. Despite being looked down upon on ostracized because I didn't speak Spanish. Despite being jealous of other kids because while their mothers softly lulled off to dreamland with beautiful lullabies. I was serenaded to sleep by the sounds sirens and gunshots. While they went to their friend's birth, I went to my friend's funerals. My entire life I've ridiculed and looked down. Told I'm not good enough, well you know what you, stupid house. I am good enough. No, I am more than good enough. I am worthty. I have a beautiful wife and a gorgeous daughter, and they are what defines me now. My career defines me now, not you, not the neighborhood, and not my past. On my body are three tattoos than I never show the public. And Olde English "D" on my right shoulder to represent my past, a reminder to myself that I come from humble beginnings. On my left shoulder, Yoshi sitting on an egg in which the spots are puzzle pieces. This is for my daughter who is Autistic, as Yoshi is her favorite video game character. It reminds me of where I am now, that my main goal is to always return home to her. And lastly on my right ring finger, is an arrow pointing at the initials of my wife. This reminds of where my future lies, with her. Fox, Young at Supremacy, I will be just like this house. Still Standing. For I am Nobody, and Nobody is perfect."
"I can't believe it's still standing after all these years. Sure it's not how I remember it, but it's still here. Welcome to 8000 block of Waterman Ave located in Southwest Detroit. And welcome to my childhood room of eight years, or at least what's left of it. And you know what being here makes me sick to stomach, the fact that this piece of shit building is still standing here even after every other house has been demolished astounds me. Has if this, this thing is mocking me, constantly reminding me of my past. I don't need reminders, nor do I want them. You want to know why. Because I don't need them. I don't the constant reminder of how my mother worked her fingers until they bleed just be able to try to put food on the table. I don't need to be reminded of the constant nights of going to bed cold, dirty, and hungry. I don't need to reminded of the days of waking up to no heat, electricity or running water. And, I certainly don't need to remember that I shared this home with that worthless, chain-smoking, acholic bastard of a sperm donor I called a father. I see him enough went I look in the mirror."
Nobody kicks the door frame in frustration.
"Why?! Why do you still stand you, piece of shit house, why? Are you making fun of me, huh? Is that it? Or are you trying to tell me something else? Like despite how I've had to struggle and work for everything I have. Despite growing up as the only white family in a predominately Hispanic neighborhood. Despite being looked down upon on ostracized because I didn't speak Spanish. Despite being jealous of other kids because while their mothers softly lulled off to dreamland with beautiful lullabies. I was serenaded to sleep by the sounds sirens and gunshots. While they went to their friend's birth, I went to my friend's funerals. My entire life I've ridiculed and looked down. Told I'm not good enough, well you know what you, stupid house. I am good enough. No, I am more than good enough. I am worthty. I have a beautiful wife and a gorgeous daughter, and they are what defines me now. My career defines me now, not you, not the neighborhood, and not my past. On my body are three tattoos than I never show the public. And Olde English "D" on my right shoulder to represent my past, a reminder to myself that I come from humble beginnings. On my left shoulder, Yoshi sitting on an egg in which the spots are puzzle pieces. This is for my daughter who is Autistic, as Yoshi is her favorite video game character. It reminds me of where I am now, that my main goal is to always return home to her. And lastly on my right ring finger, is an arrow pointing at the initials of my wife. This reminds of where my future lies, with her. Fox, Young at Supremacy, I will be just like this house. Still Standing. For I am Nobody, and Nobody is perfect."
