Speed Kills

written by owen, Mon, 20th Oct 2008 at 10:37 am

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A Beggars Paradise

written by owen, Tue, 16th Sep 2008 at 3:43 pm

Now I often end up at places against my will because I'm not driving anymore. People who drive tend to lie when you ask them how long the "little detour" is going to take. Before I notice it I usually end up half the way across Kingston in a bad side of town. Other times somebody will spot the elusive mechanic that has no cellphone and proceed to convene a meeting or solve a quadratic equation.

On this occasion someone HAD TO HAVE their prescription filled at 10o'clock in the night. York Pharmacy had apparently run out of pills for that particular MENTAL CONDITION so established rules had to be broken. At this point in our little story is where the detour began like a headache brought on by dry erasable markers. By the time we reached Liguanea I had lost track of the time, accepting my fate, contemplating possible roots of escape at this god forsaken hour.

There was a pharmacy, somewhere there, not sure exactly but the parking space was slightly inclined in front of the entrance, so you had to park facing outward - I couldn't see the drug deal taking place inside. I waited, keeping my eye on the local car washer/general idler (its hard to tell nowadays, I try not to judge people by the bucket they carry, could have been salt beef or mutton). On my left were empty parking lots and on right where four (4) cars. A woman in a small SUV came stopped in front, constantly brushing her hair back with her hand while looking in to the rare view mirror. Apparently she was waiting for someone to come out of the pharmacy, a hot date or something and she wanted to look proper. At this point I realized that I had left downtown and had ended up in "North Coast Kingston".

After about 10 minutes of watching the woman adjust her frilly hair with no apparent effect, I virtually gave up on trying to decipher what she was trying to achieve. It was at this point I noticed a woman siting 2 cars away from me in a silver car - an old Lancer. I came to know her as Marlene (or I may have forgotten her name ). She was 40 plus black woman with a unusual foreign accent, lived somewhere in Spanish Town, had just brought her father to the hospital and had the ability to talk. Had I known I probably would not have talked to her in the first place but its hard to avoid people who are in your direct line of site.

10 minutes go by. Apparently Marlene had just recently left her house to rush her dad to the hospital and in "haste" forgot to bring gas money with her so she is sitting in the parking lot awaiting for a "Good Samaritan" to help her out. It was all too suspicious. I wished her luck and proceeded to derail the conversation by talking about religion and faith - I was not in the good Samaritan mood tonight - it seemed all too convenient - especially since I offered her 200 and she said she needed more like 300 so to reduce the chance that she would run out of gas in a "bad area" on the way home. I wished her luck again. I couldn't go anywhere and she had already been there for a couple hours (so she said). I was trapped.

We talked about money and problems and her husband in England. She was far to intelligent, the longer I stayed they the greater the chance I would break. I meet a large amount of random interesting people, often only once, like a paper plane, never in the same place or time. I began to contemplate how profitable her little business venture would be - it was too genius - find a mall, late at night, somewhere uptown, park, wait for them to initiate intercourse, hustle unsuspecting dudes for gas money - I wonder if she has a pimp? hmm. I even began to doubt myself - she was too calm, collected, sure of herself like a brick house - I had to leave ASAP. A couple minutes later I told her that I hope her good Samaritan comes along, waved good bye to her. I have come to no conclusion.

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1, 2, 3, 4 sweep in 100m in Belgium

written by owen, Fri, 05th Sep 2008 at 3:12 pm

Seems evident that no matter were those 2 are everybody will try to avoid the fireworks. I just happen to decide to eat fast food for lunch. Deciding to buy the same thing somewhere else. Not remembering about a race that was about to happen at 1:25 pm. I had over heard my co-workers calculate the global time difference between Jamaica and Brussels, Belgium.

It seems divine intervention place me in direct view of the television as I sat down to eat in front of a woman with a bad weave. I looked up at the television and saw them introducing the athletes. At the same time I remembered about the race.

I looked around and nobody seemed to notice that the race was about to start. As soon as I motioned to the hairdicaped woman that the race was about to start it seem that collective consciousness of the all the people in the general area swarm into the food court.

I had to be directing people no to block my view of the television. What was once a empty lobby had become a school of onlookers. I hope the race would start soon but apparently EVERYBODY knew about it. It was like the Olympics all over again. Eventually it started; Powell in front, Bolt catches and passes, the entire building ca lapses. It was 9.77 seconds of pure bueaty. It was only after the fact that we had noticed that Jamaica won all 3 medals and came in 4 and 8 just to make sure. I'm almost positive another Jamaican won a gold medal in the hurdles but by then everybody had disbursed. Seems that the Bolt-Powell combination over shadows all.

Either way Jamaica "Going On".

2 di weeeerrrrlll!

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the devil finds work for idle hands

written by owen, Wed, 27th Aug 2008 at 10:53 am

After yesterday's question somebody in the government decided to start hyping Gustav (the clouds over Haiti) as a hurricane. I hear people buying up groceries and battening down windows. Dem clouds been over there for like a week. You'd think people know what a hurricane looks like by now.

I hope the OUR is looking into those JPS billing problems as of recent.

So back to the issue of yesterday's question. I propose we capture Haiti. We'll call it New Jamaica. Even though my technical advisors are not in agreement with my brilliant plan, a bigger island would allow us to do "big island stuff" and work on the whole "brand Jamaica" thing. Cuba is out of the question - too many issues, too many issues. All in favour say yay.

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An entire nation screams noooo!

written by owen, Fri, 22nd Aug 2008 at 9:32 am

As shock ripped through the island like bad case of heart burn. It had seemed like a sure win. If I had a video camera shown the sound of silent shock that ripped through the face of the audience as the announcer continued after stating "Jamaica has lost". Its like having your cake and getting a free one which you proceed to drop in a river.

People set out for the work day dress in the black, green and GOLD colors of the national flag tears of disappointment ran down their faces. Many wagonists blamed it on not having fresh legs in the event. But the difficulty in relays is not only the running but the passing of the baton. USA never drop the baton 2 times simply because dem salt. Its actually hard.

Hopefully this doesn't happen in the men's 4x100 final. As Asafa Powell is already having a bad day. A bad ending to the whole thing would only put a dark shadow on what has been achieved in the Olympics so far.

Update

Well done Team Jamaica. To di weeerrrrllll!!!

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