Monday Morning Commute: They Still Haven’t Killed Me
They still haven’t killed me.
That’s not to say there haven’t been a few close calls. That time I pulled the job on the Federation Bank on Ganymede? Goddamn, that pig went belly-up the second I scratched the skin, but I walked out with an empty clip and sack full of cash. Needless to say, I won’t be going back to Jupiter anytime soon.
Or that time I stowed aboard the Belt Skipper in the hopes of finding my beau for a real lunar tryst of a weekend. Of course, I was discovered halfway through, and that fuck of a captain tried the `ole airlock gag on me. Thing is, that shit only works on the criminally unprepared, and I’m nothing if not one prepared criminal. Fucker punched the release and I flashed him the bird before wrapping myself in a solar sail and then leisurely drifting to a comrade’s outpost.
Oh, and then just yesterday I was having a drink at Old McQuarrie’s — bourbon and white wine, if you care – and all of a sudden the place goes neon! Bullets and beams whizzing past my head, Old McQuarrie crying behind the bar and doing that thing he does where he says those prayers and grabs at the – whatcha call it – that’s right, the Rosary beads! They managed to kill an old pervert sitting next to me, which is a shame because even though he’d spent a half hour shamelessly trying to get into my pants, everyone in the community really loved him.
So anyways, I end up having to basically gut Old McQuarrie’s with the better part of my arsenal – and I don’t just mean bullets and blades, I’m talking about pulse charges and pheno-drones, too. But, when someone’s trying to take your life, you don’t think to yourself, “Maybe I should save something for next time,” `cause the truth is that there might not be a next time.
They still haven’t killed me.
And I’ve got the privilege of next time.
But next time? They might just kill me.
Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE, you salty dogs!
Y’either know the drill or y’don’t. If y’do, just keep movin’ along! If y’don’t, well here’s what’s what: first I warm you up with some half-baked bit of writing nonsense (see above). Then, I share what I’ll be thinking about or watching or listening to or doing over the next week. Finally, you hit up the comments section and share your own tentative plans?
Why do we do this here at OL? Well, because life can be brutal but solidarity can be liberating. We’re all just trying to make our days manageable — or enjoyable or maybe even, in rare instances, triumphant — and sometimes a good suggestion goes a long way.
Enough blathering, let’s freakin’ dance!
Revvin’ up THE LAST JEDI machine as a TRAILER debuts (not sure if I’m watchin’) and TICKETS go on SALE (gotta catch `em all)!
Stayin’ fascinated by JIM CARREY‘s newest mania/self-actualization/breakdown/whatever!
Gettin’ into the HALLOWEEN SPIRIT by WATCHIN’ HORROR MOVIES! Started with AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON!
Usin’ my day off to FINISH the first season of OZARK!
Survivin’ any desk-work I have to do by BLASTIN’ this amazing NIN CONCERT!
Checkin’ out EVERYTHING about BLADE RUNNER 2049 and contemplatin’ a third viewing!
So that’s my week — fighting against the never-ending onslaught of existence by basking in the sometimes-elusive wonder of it!
What’re you up to these days?!