Post by johndoe on Dec 10, 2020 18:38:16 GMT -5
-A camera crew is filming Joe blow as hes seated against a brick wall and on top of a piece of wet, soiled cardboard. In front of him a small styrofoam cup and to its side, a signboard that reads in near unreadable script "will masturbate for money." Though he was no Jabroni, in his mind he felt like whenever someone got to see Blow, it was already a blessing for them. Like the pope washing your feet, just with more self satisfaction and a different kind of liquid.
Most would be repulsed after reading the sign and quickly hurry on. Others would deride the crass notion by offering Joe a few choice words. Those only brought a smile to his face as he offered in turn a free sample. A few would get even more agitated but that only prompted the drifter to start whipping the old spaghetti noodle out. At that point the disdain and embarrassment would overtake the aggressive party and they would quickly shuffle away.
A young boy would be one of the last to pass by, aged no more than probably twelve. A lack of clear supervision would be noticeable to anyone paying attention, The boy would stop, double take after recognizing the man in front of him. The kid would read the sign, and then become a bit confused. Yet the child would prove more keen than most of his peer group.-
"So uh...You're Joe Blow right?"
"Yeah so what?"
"Don't you already have money? I've seen you on T.V."
-Joe would smirk a daringly and knowingly.-
"Yeah, again, so what?"
-The lad would put his hands on his hips and lean in with a smile of his own.-
"So why does a star like you need to play with yourself for cash on the street? You trying to say they don't pay ya mister?"
-Joe was surprised by the young bloods astuteness. For once there was a person willing to put him on his heels or at least try to. Not many are this brave, particularly those who have seen what Blow does on the small screen. Joe sighs but maintains a jovial pleasantness in his tone.-
"You see, you say that, but money is worthless."
-A puzzled expression over takes the youth as they cock their head slightly.-
"But that sign there clearly says you want some. Who you trying to fool?"
-At this point the greasy man covered in dirt would stand up and stretch. He found a willing student if they knew it or not. Class was in session.-
"You have a lot to learn about life kiddo, but it's okay. There are many like you. Many with a childish mindset stuck in white and black right and wrong, zero or one. Reality is cruel. Between white and black rests the rest of the rainbow, shades of grey, and even colors we cant see. Right and wrong are subjective. Moral limits mankind has put on itself to defend our way of life compared to others. Someones murder is someone else's self defense. Even eating a baby I can make an argument for. Like, what if that person was hungry and the baby going to die from disease anyway? Hell in computers now we are striving to make a middle ground. You ever hear of quantum computing? It's aiming to achieve a super-positional state where the result could be either one or two depending."
-This amount of information and seeming ranting would start to make the metaphoric steam come out of the bambinos ears. But Blow would keep it up.-
"Money is just like that. Why work for money when it can be handed to you. All those people in the rat race of life bowing down to the almighty dollar make me sick. What's the point of a larger pool if you work so many hours that you can't even use it? Now, I know what you're thinking, I'm still out here trying to make money. No. That's not it at all. You see a victim I bet, someone waiting to be helped. No my child, I am the predator. I prey on the weak minded fools to give me what I want, when I want.
"I'm actually doing them a service too. I could just take what I want by force. What I do is placate their need to feel superior. In their heads they are helping the cold listless puppy get back on their feet. Little do they know this little doggie is really a big bad wolf. I'll just as quickly bite the hand that feeds as any other wild animal. The only law in this world is survival of the fittest. Scarcity keeps it that way. Just because I choose a path that makes me look helpless, doesn't mean I'm not manipulating the system to my own end. Now run along, I have to talk to the good people directly."
-Upon that direction of course he would flee, feeling a bit overwhelmed and not really sure what even happened. Joe would look to the camera.-
"So NLW has decided to put me into another meaningless match, this time against a gauntlet of foes. Is this punishment BB? Are you mad I figured out that a contract simply means I have to show up? Were you expecting me to give a show? Entertain the mindless masses just because I'm athletically gifted? Too bad.
"To all my potential foes in this match, I don't give a single shit about you. I hope I'm number one, or number five. That way I can just lay down and get the fuck out of there, carrying my check. In fact, stay the hell out of my way while I do it to. Don't try to put on some type of fucking clinic to get yourself respect. Just lay on top of me, and get your "win." I swear this too, try to make me work? You'll fucking regret it."
Most would be repulsed after reading the sign and quickly hurry on. Others would deride the crass notion by offering Joe a few choice words. Those only brought a smile to his face as he offered in turn a free sample. A few would get even more agitated but that only prompted the drifter to start whipping the old spaghetti noodle out. At that point the disdain and embarrassment would overtake the aggressive party and they would quickly shuffle away.
A young boy would be one of the last to pass by, aged no more than probably twelve. A lack of clear supervision would be noticeable to anyone paying attention, The boy would stop, double take after recognizing the man in front of him. The kid would read the sign, and then become a bit confused. Yet the child would prove more keen than most of his peer group.-
"So uh...You're Joe Blow right?"
"Yeah so what?"
"Don't you already have money? I've seen you on T.V."
-Joe would smirk a daringly and knowingly.-
"Yeah, again, so what?"
-The lad would put his hands on his hips and lean in with a smile of his own.-
"So why does a star like you need to play with yourself for cash on the street? You trying to say they don't pay ya mister?"
-Joe was surprised by the young bloods astuteness. For once there was a person willing to put him on his heels or at least try to. Not many are this brave, particularly those who have seen what Blow does on the small screen. Joe sighs but maintains a jovial pleasantness in his tone.-
"You see, you say that, but money is worthless."
-A puzzled expression over takes the youth as they cock their head slightly.-
"But that sign there clearly says you want some. Who you trying to fool?"
-At this point the greasy man covered in dirt would stand up and stretch. He found a willing student if they knew it or not. Class was in session.-
"You have a lot to learn about life kiddo, but it's okay. There are many like you. Many with a childish mindset stuck in white and black right and wrong, zero or one. Reality is cruel. Between white and black rests the rest of the rainbow, shades of grey, and even colors we cant see. Right and wrong are subjective. Moral limits mankind has put on itself to defend our way of life compared to others. Someones murder is someone else's self defense. Even eating a baby I can make an argument for. Like, what if that person was hungry and the baby going to die from disease anyway? Hell in computers now we are striving to make a middle ground. You ever hear of quantum computing? It's aiming to achieve a super-positional state where the result could be either one or two depending."
-This amount of information and seeming ranting would start to make the metaphoric steam come out of the bambinos ears. But Blow would keep it up.-
"Money is just like that. Why work for money when it can be handed to you. All those people in the rat race of life bowing down to the almighty dollar make me sick. What's the point of a larger pool if you work so many hours that you can't even use it? Now, I know what you're thinking, I'm still out here trying to make money. No. That's not it at all. You see a victim I bet, someone waiting to be helped. No my child, I am the predator. I prey on the weak minded fools to give me what I want, when I want.
"I'm actually doing them a service too. I could just take what I want by force. What I do is placate their need to feel superior. In their heads they are helping the cold listless puppy get back on their feet. Little do they know this little doggie is really a big bad wolf. I'll just as quickly bite the hand that feeds as any other wild animal. The only law in this world is survival of the fittest. Scarcity keeps it that way. Just because I choose a path that makes me look helpless, doesn't mean I'm not manipulating the system to my own end. Now run along, I have to talk to the good people directly."
-Upon that direction of course he would flee, feeling a bit overwhelmed and not really sure what even happened. Joe would look to the camera.-
"So NLW has decided to put me into another meaningless match, this time against a gauntlet of foes. Is this punishment BB? Are you mad I figured out that a contract simply means I have to show up? Were you expecting me to give a show? Entertain the mindless masses just because I'm athletically gifted? Too bad.
"To all my potential foes in this match, I don't give a single shit about you. I hope I'm number one, or number five. That way I can just lay down and get the fuck out of there, carrying my check. In fact, stay the hell out of my way while I do it to. Don't try to put on some type of fucking clinic to get yourself respect. Just lay on top of me, and get your "win." I swear this too, try to make me work? You'll fucking regret it."