Post by tobeornottobe on Aug 4, 2006 16:09:23 GMT -5
The sound of water dropping rapidly commences. Thousands of raindrops release itself from a shower head from behind a shower curtain. The steam rises and creates a white fog.
About twenty minutes later, it stops. A hand reaches from behind the yellow curtain and grabs a white towel from the blue rack. Shortly after the curtain gets pushed aside against the navy tiles on the wall. A man steps from behind the curtain onto the royal blue carpet. He takes a left step to the bathroom door and turns the knob. The door opens and exposes a very tidy bedroom. Not much but a bed in the middle, being put right up against the left wall, a dresser right next to the bathroom door and a small redwood table with an old fashioned voice recorder of sorts with a microphone right next to it in the corner next to the other door that leads into the dining room.
The man goes to the dresser and picks out some clothes. He then lays a pair of "South Park" boxers on the bed right next to a pair of "Von Dutch" blue jeans and a white buttoned down shirt with navy blue pinstripes. He takes off his towel and throws it back into the bathroom right on the toilet seat. He then gets dressed.
Soon after he takes steps to the redwood table and sits on the ground. He takes the voice recorder by the handle and brings it to the ground right next to him. The microphone (happens to be connected to the recorder) falls and hits the ground with a thud.
[~Man~]
Shit
The man picks the microphone with his left hand and turns on the recorder with his right. He brings the microphone up to his chin and begins to speak....
[~Man~]
Ladies and gentlemen, your Mexican Icon is back home. If you either A) Fell off the face of the earth, or B) Have a mental disability. But you know what? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because of the fact that if you never heard of the great Miguel Sanchez, then you have not followed the path of enlightenment. Because you see, Miguel Sanchez is the only supreme being on earth. People need to respect and worship me, my beliefs and my heritage.
Street punks, rockers, gangsters, rebels...They all need to follow my path. All the no good fans that have continuously booed me out of the building. The signs of hatred and racism. The beaner chants....All of that...Is now going to finish. I will mark my territory. I will have my children be saved and follow my gospel. I will compete and prove the rest of the critics wrong...Because you look forward and you see....A new....Man....A man of destiny...A man of...Greatness. I will not fall onto my knees and "Drop the ball", I will not have the critics look down at me with their pencil necks and pointy noses, I will not tolorate...disrespect.
I am a proud Mexican warrior. I come from a land where we don't have things that these Americans have. They take everything for granted and then call US lazy? Because we are the hardest workers on the planet? Its people like this guy "Bronx Bomber" that I despise. He is another one of those people that can be saved....But won't be saved. I refuse to take him under my wing and have him preach my bible. He is just another lost Hispanic soul. This country poisoned him.
Rather than bring him back to the path of righteousness, I will lay him down and sacrifice him to show all of you. To show you how cruel this world can be. He will be set as an example and be punished for his sins. He turned his back on the Hispanic race just like Johnny Damon turned his back on the Red Sox....My message to all of you is very simple, "Be with me, or be against me". Your Mexican Icon...Is infact....Back....At.....Last...I will tour the country and be your Hispanic savior. Your "Brown" Jesus. I will show you why Latinos do it better. Good night and Sanchez bless....
The scene drifts into a black abyss.
About twenty minutes later, it stops. A hand reaches from behind the yellow curtain and grabs a white towel from the blue rack. Shortly after the curtain gets pushed aside against the navy tiles on the wall. A man steps from behind the curtain onto the royal blue carpet. He takes a left step to the bathroom door and turns the knob. The door opens and exposes a very tidy bedroom. Not much but a bed in the middle, being put right up against the left wall, a dresser right next to the bathroom door and a small redwood table with an old fashioned voice recorder of sorts with a microphone right next to it in the corner next to the other door that leads into the dining room.
The man goes to the dresser and picks out some clothes. He then lays a pair of "South Park" boxers on the bed right next to a pair of "Von Dutch" blue jeans and a white buttoned down shirt with navy blue pinstripes. He takes off his towel and throws it back into the bathroom right on the toilet seat. He then gets dressed.
Soon after he takes steps to the redwood table and sits on the ground. He takes the voice recorder by the handle and brings it to the ground right next to him. The microphone (happens to be connected to the recorder) falls and hits the ground with a thud.
[~Man~]
Shit
The man picks the microphone with his left hand and turns on the recorder with his right. He brings the microphone up to his chin and begins to speak....
[~Man~]
Ladies and gentlemen, your Mexican Icon is back home. If you either A) Fell off the face of the earth, or B) Have a mental disability. But you know what? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because of the fact that if you never heard of the great Miguel Sanchez, then you have not followed the path of enlightenment. Because you see, Miguel Sanchez is the only supreme being on earth. People need to respect and worship me, my beliefs and my heritage.
Street punks, rockers, gangsters, rebels...They all need to follow my path. All the no good fans that have continuously booed me out of the building. The signs of hatred and racism. The beaner chants....All of that...Is now going to finish. I will mark my territory. I will have my children be saved and follow my gospel. I will compete and prove the rest of the critics wrong...Because you look forward and you see....A new....Man....A man of destiny...A man of...Greatness. I will not fall onto my knees and "Drop the ball", I will not have the critics look down at me with their pencil necks and pointy noses, I will not tolorate...disrespect.
I am a proud Mexican warrior. I come from a land where we don't have things that these Americans have. They take everything for granted and then call US lazy? Because we are the hardest workers on the planet? Its people like this guy "Bronx Bomber" that I despise. He is another one of those people that can be saved....But won't be saved. I refuse to take him under my wing and have him preach my bible. He is just another lost Hispanic soul. This country poisoned him.
Rather than bring him back to the path of righteousness, I will lay him down and sacrifice him to show all of you. To show you how cruel this world can be. He will be set as an example and be punished for his sins. He turned his back on the Hispanic race just like Johnny Damon turned his back on the Red Sox....My message to all of you is very simple, "Be with me, or be against me". Your Mexican Icon...Is infact....Back....At.....Last...I will tour the country and be your Hispanic savior. Your "Brown" Jesus. I will show you why Latinos do it better. Good night and Sanchez bless....
The scene drifts into a black abyss.
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