A reflection to my past self

written some time ago but i performed this piece for my friends youth in a workshop yesterday (without the swearing), thought I’d post it since i didn’t write yesterday : (

I want to be a policeman,

I want to be a fireman!

Yeah when I grow up I’m going to be a videogame tester!

I’ve already logged thousands of hours burning my retinas on the television,

perfectly timing every jump so quickly that the neuro pathways connecting my thumbs to my eyes must be an Inch thick.

But how am i going to get a wife, I mean those guys just sit inside all day disconnected from the world.

Maybe I’ll be an actor.

Yeah I’ll be the first Asian American action hero that doesn’t know Kung Fu!

I’ll give them the hard look like this.

and say something like… Sionara!

and even though I’m chinese no one will know the difference.

And Chuck Norris will be MY side kick.

with a , with a tangled black wig resembling dog hair.

I’ll have him jumping through flaming hoops into the side of a car,

narrowly being missed by a flight of sharpened chopsticks.

Yeah I’ll have him doing my laundry, driving Me around and doing all the fighting while I look tough.

When he finally beats all the bad guys,

when he has been burned, tossed, cut, bruised and broken every bone in his body,

When we have saved the world from the evil menace of Bill the Person of color killer and gotten the girl,

I’ll send Chuck back to his trailer while I handle the love scene.

When I grow up, I want to be somebody.

But i gotta wait, because I’m only 12.

So I’m going to make a vow here and now to never loose that hope, that determination.

Because I’ve seen as people grow up, their dreams grow smaller.

no one dreamed of being a gas station Clerc.

No one dreamed of being a customer service representative.

No one dreams of being a bus driver for the rest of their fucking lives.

When i grow up, I’m going to change the world.

And i know it sounds crazy, but it makes more sense than saying I’m not going to change the world.

So world, please don’t blow up, don’t you rage uncontrollably.

Because me, and the people of my generation are here to save you.

Just wait, and you’ll see, when we grow up.

Falling off the train, but I’m getting back on

Last night was way too funky.

it started with a sausage wrapped in bacon.

Out doors with the winds blowing through my silky long hair.

The cover, $10.

Much more than I would typically shelve out in a night,

but by the looks of the crowd, this was not your average club.

The music soulful with Shepard Fairey on the tables.

You didn’t knew he spun? neither did I and it was COOL!

women heads half covered with a knitt cap, black hair pouring down to their ankles, berets and clothing stored in chests to be dusted off and given some new age flair,

eyes closed swaying to the pumping bass as they took to the circle and locked as if they were hired by ADT to secure my eyes.

The love, the moments of pure joy, the circle that begged to be entered.

It was over much too soon because i need more of this in my life,

but ill see you again every second Friday.