When I am not sitting in my parents basement in my underwear sipping Crystal Light out of my special cup with the crazy straw I like to go outside. I am notorious for sitting in my underwear for an entire weekend because all I do is watch cartoons and look at internet porn. On the occasion that I might venture outdoors it is usually to get some Chinese food and visit the library.
The local Chinese kitchen in my parents neighborhood has a countertop that isn’t buttressed with the 12inch thick bulletproof glass and their fried rice has egg inside of it. The library has a pretty awesome colored peoples section with some rare joints by LANGSTON HUGHES, FRIDA KAHLO, bell hooks and GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ to name a few. Plus they have a scanner. So it pays for me to put some sweats on and amble my way around town.
So I stopped by the library today to scan some old pictures and pick up the original STAR WARS movie (to watch for the kajillionth time) and who do I run into? JESUS, the Son of Man.
GOD sent JESUS back to us as a Mexican because he knew we’d overlook him. Instead of carpentry, JESUS’ day job is at the Merrick Road service station across the street from the library.
I asked J what he was getting into today and he told me that he was just relaxing and taing it easy. He had picked up a spindle of CD-R’s from National Wholesale Liquidators and he was going to go home and burn some CD’s.
I saw that he was checking out a book too so I aked him who he was reading these days. Turns out the J of C was going to get into the JAMES FREY memoir ‘A Million Little Pieces’. I asked JESUS if he had heard about the controversy surrounding the book and how the account appears to be a largely fictional retelling of that period in his life. JESUS cracked a smile and asked me when was the last time that I read the bible, especially the New Testament. He said that there was a book that was rife with fictional exxageration to the point that if it were drafted today it could never be published. The point he said, was “the journey and the transformation. To recognise that one was part and parcel of a macro-web, with everyone and everything on the Earth at the same time essential and connected.”
Leave it up to a Mexican JESUS to wax all philosophically about a crappy book. J invited me back to his flat to chill out and download movies with him(no brokeback).
His buddy from Haiti, JEAN du’BAPTISTE, was in town with a brick of that sticky brown stuff, ifyouknowwhatImsayin, but I had to pass this time.
JESUS is cool as shit and he is still down for partying with the peoples.
