Hit and Run

Setting was in a place that was not Missoula but almost like it. The characters were a friend of mine which I secretly liked and her young son which loved me.

Also there was this girl which was younger than me, but I liked very much. She got hit by a car just like Julies young son had been a month before. Her father blamed me and told me to get out of her life. He remarked that I was an empty person and that I needed to define myself. I told him not to judge people but knew he was right.

The Procrastinators Choice

I had plans to go to work at Mars Stout. If I did not leave in about an hour, I would be late for the first time since I was employed there. Nevertheless, there was a problem. I stopped by Viking Ski and Cycle on my way to the airport where my flight waited to take me back to Montana.

I felt like I was in trouble but maybe I was feeling pressure to work at Viking again. Jim was the manager and he proposed to me that they could use me to finish their tile job in one for the offices. I bragged so much that I knew how, I felt a pull to prove myself and to do the job. If I took the job, I may lose my job back in Montana. I thought maybe I could do the job fast, make the flight, and actually make it back in time for my real job.

I said, ”No problem“, and started to work cleaning up the room. The more I cleaned the further behind the deadline I got. I found old messes that I had made while working there four years ago. I was falling behind.

Jim visited me and told me that they were planning a bigger project and that I could be re-hired full time. I sounded interested but I knew deep down how much I liked my job back in Montana. Then the owner Dave Colin showed up. He was interviewing a network and website person and it seemed he was doing it in front of me for a reason. Was he saying that I still would not be smart enough to work in the front offices? I think he was!

I was mad, but the job was as big as ever. I realized that their was a decision to make. This job or go back to Montana for the job I really liked. Jim appeared and gave me a job to take the company van and to gas it up in preparation for their yearly trip to Interbike, a yearly bike exposition.

I was sucked in and knew that I had better stay there and work for Viking. I already missed my opportunity to go back to Montana. I felt the dark cloud of suppression coming over me. My life was doomed …. Again!

Heavan and Earth, Two Jobs

The airport runway was cold and windy as I prepared for a flight. My job was to piggyback a jet engine as the plane flew to its destination. As this leg of my job started, I noticed something wrong. There were no handholds! I held on for dear life and shouted to my co workers on the other engines. ”I think I'm going to fall off“, I shouted. Of course, I was blowing it out of proportion but I was in danger.

I usually slept during the flight but this time I had to stay awake and hold on tight. Once on the ground I raised a stink and made a promise that I would quit if they did not fix the problem.

All that behind me I had to get ready for my graduation … or a graduation for someone. Upon arriving at my old church the Emanuel Baptist Church in Roundup Montana, I realized that I would be sitting with my mom, watching the graduation. I wondered who was graduating.

I noticed that it was all my old classmates and thought back to getting my degree. I wondered if I deserved it. It almost seemed like I defrauded it from them. Would they give degrees out today to people who swindled them. Suddenly I freaked out.

It was my own graduation from the past. I saw myself standing there waiting to accept the diplomas. I turned to mom and started to weep. I was dead and now visiting my life moments with my mom. I realized that I must have fallen off that pane and died.

Well life goes on and in this case death. Even in heaven, I realized that you had to work. I went looking for a job and got one at a construction site. On my first day, I walked in and noticed a few people painting. I knew them. I noticed that they had not mixed their paint thoroughly. I stirred the paint, trying to make myself useful. It turned out that when I did the color changes and I screwed up their paint job.

I was afraid I would loose this job, which I needed to stay in heaven. I apologized but it seemed that they did not care. One lit up a joint and passed it to me. I refused but mentioned that I should start.