Keyword: Mom
9/16/08 If it wasn’t wrestling with angels, what made the hip replacement necessary?
Walking towards the exit of an office building with four swinging glass entry doors framed in stainless steel, I noticed an attractive woman staring right into me from outside as she walked by. Then it occurred to me that she wasn’t staring into me at all rather looking at a reflection of herself and the look on her face from my vantage point suggested that the reflected image was staring back at her in such a way to suggest the image itself was someone other than herself leading me to think that maybe she was looking at me…
I think what “Boss” may have felt what was a silent collision of classes that in some way being in the same space with a negro, a korean , and a filipino, the joke could possibly be on him by majority, in that instant any idea of superiority being fortified with little more breathing room. It has in a large way to do with language and class. The majority rule of language. Anyway, he’s normal size with mucho benefits of buying power. I bet he’s really into capitalization. A bag of venom if you think about it. Not an easy guy to get along with. One day I will die and that will be the end of it. Leave the “Bosses” of this country and the next to measure how big each others dicks are, the number of windows and floors on their building, the efficiency of infrastructure, etc…I’ll drink em all into the ground. Forget it. Not worth the hangover. The more I think about it, I should have said something…”hey there, red, that Palin’s a real serious bitch -ain’t she? Nothin’ like a soccer mom and a retard to rally the Republic, eh? Didn’t invite any eskimos to the shindig, now did we?”
As far as writing goes, I’m back and forth. I haven’t done enough of it with any kind of consistency taking many hours to start and a few minutes to finish. But that’s me. I was never the one to talk. My thing was looking, with a great deal of perversion, and talking as if joking. I want to get beyond myself and spend less time breaking conventions. What a hassle.
Tomorrow I have salsa. 1,2,3_5,6,7…
Jin Kim (aka Sole) wanders between the California Bay Area and Busan, South Korea. He speaks middlin’ Korean, grammar school Italian and Russian and is a fan of Dostoevsky. Jin works in light construction and has been putting off finishing an MFA in Studio Art for a stupid long time.
The “Keyword” series of California Sole pairs Jin’s tagged photos with text from his correspondences.
