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The Confucius of ReNews...Cheers KK.
There i was, in the dead of night under the silver moon as it cut my silhouette which looked to be deep in thought yet unconcerned, as the smoke from my superking wrapped its self around me like a mistress.
It was around 3-Am, with the air cooled and the wind settled. The humming from the generator in the back of the main hall was my only interruption, as well as my companion, as i threw the recent events that transpired before my break to one end of my mind to the other.
At my place of work, i'm something of a dark horse. The male version of Ada wong, for i lend little to those i work with, partly because i'm not there to make friend, partly because i've been down that road to ruin before, and by in large, because i could care less for their acceptance and opinions for they can barely get through a shift without taking a line in the toilets, or stabbing someone in the back for their own failings.
But something strange happened.
They've only just realized i smoked.
Odd, because as i sat there having a well earned and thoroughly enjoyable smoke, everyone to a man and woman tapped their cigarette off mine and said '' welcome to the club ''
Club, i thought.
pfffff... don't make me laugh.
I quickly noticed that from there on in, they all started to have more time for me, and would tell me more about themselves as if i were allova sudden one of their friends. I was appreciating the conversation and the company if only for a little while, but it didn't take long for my razor sharp mind to cut the fat away from their delusions.
This all started when yours truly was called by work, on his time off and asked to attend some training. There has been something of a shake up which requires some training to adapt to the change. Its important to note, that such is the mystery that surrounds yours truly , like a big cat, They, those who i work with, have no idea who i am , what i do, what i like, what i don't like. So when i turned up to my training in my civilian clothes, they all had a '' WTF '' moment when i made a Leon.S.Kennedy-Esk style entrance from RE-DEGENERATION minutes before my training was due to start.
There i was, with my hair forward, instead of backwards, in leather and with stuble on my face. Cockier than usual, with the silence removed and replaced with a whip like wit.
Needless to say, My Entrance was epic and i was looking bad-ass and in charge. From there, somehow, people believed that i had returned with an attitude, but this goes to show the little they know, for i was born with this attitude...Sure, sitting there with my arms stretched over the two seats to the side of me and popping my gum at choice times when the trainer was talking didn't help.
Couple this with my work mates joining me for a smoke, and accepting me into their club, it sparked my cynicism. Why would i want to be in their gang... why would i want to partake in their social chemistry which is spawned from childhood hang ups and self loathing. But then i got to thinking, maybe i should hang with these dogs, at the very least, it could be entertaining.
So in the midst of the smoke which enveloped myself and my thoughts, i decided it was time to come home to RE-NEWS.
How are my fellow Cool cats of Re-news, i trust you are all well. I hope so anyways.
Have i missed anything
I feel it's time to spark up, and enjoy a tune in the Re-News Lounge.
Enjoy.
It was around 3-Am, with the air cooled and the wind settled. The humming from the generator in the back of the main hall was my only interruption, as well as my companion, as i threw the recent events that transpired before my break to one end of my mind to the other.
At my place of work, i'm something of a dark horse. The male version of Ada wong, for i lend little to those i work with, partly because i'm not there to make friend, partly because i've been down that road to ruin before, and by in large, because i could care less for their acceptance and opinions for they can barely get through a shift without taking a line in the toilets, or stabbing someone in the back for their own failings.
But something strange happened.
They've only just realized i smoked.
Odd, because as i sat there having a well earned and thoroughly enjoyable smoke, everyone to a man and woman tapped their cigarette off mine and said '' welcome to the club ''
Club, i thought.
pfffff... don't make me laugh.
I quickly noticed that from there on in, they all started to have more time for me, and would tell me more about themselves as if i were allova sudden one of their friends. I was appreciating the conversation and the company if only for a little while, but it didn't take long for my razor sharp mind to cut the fat away from their delusions.
This all started when yours truly was called by work, on his time off and asked to attend some training. There has been something of a shake up which requires some training to adapt to the change. Its important to note, that such is the mystery that surrounds yours truly , like a big cat, They, those who i work with, have no idea who i am , what i do, what i like, what i don't like. So when i turned up to my training in my civilian clothes, they all had a '' WTF '' moment when i made a Leon.S.Kennedy-Esk style entrance from RE-DEGENERATION minutes before my training was due to start.
There i was, with my hair forward, instead of backwards, in leather and with stuble on my face. Cockier than usual, with the silence removed and replaced with a whip like wit.
Needless to say, My Entrance was epic and i was looking bad-ass and in charge. From there, somehow, people believed that i had returned with an attitude, but this goes to show the little they know, for i was born with this attitude...Sure, sitting there with my arms stretched over the two seats to the side of me and popping my gum at choice times when the trainer was talking didn't help.
Couple this with my work mates joining me for a smoke, and accepting me into their club, it sparked my cynicism. Why would i want to be in their gang... why would i want to partake in their social chemistry which is spawned from childhood hang ups and self loathing. But then i got to thinking, maybe i should hang with these dogs, at the very least, it could be entertaining.
So in the midst of the smoke which enveloped myself and my thoughts, i decided it was time to come home to RE-NEWS.
How are my fellow Cool cats of Re-news, i trust you are all well. I hope so anyways.
Have i missed anything
I feel it's time to spark up, and enjoy a tune in the Re-News Lounge.
Enjoy.
That's what my dad tells us to discourage us from puffing away.
