Wednesday, February 16, 2011

You Call it Being a Waiter...I Call it Loving People Who Love Food

I'm back...Steven Tyler screams out of the 30 some odd melodious sound wave pushers screwed into the ceiling. I sweep the carpet at the end of the night with aching in my feet, 65 bucks in my smelly, light blue jeans, and a song thumping it's way into annoying repetitive overdrive. I'm back...My head contemplates a few things: why we use a broom to sweep carpet, how I got to be where I am today, and why didn't I make more money tonight.

I was in Korea one month ago; teaching little Korean kids the reason why Addie had a bad day. One third of them understanding something was wrong, half of them realizing it was because she got her hair cut and maybe one of them being able to explain it in complete sentences. Now I'm explaining to people why we're out of crayons for the kids menus, and why we no longer serve mashed potatoes (in perfectly English of course. I not stupid. But I very disappoint)

I bum a cig, hop in my non-heated olds, put on my down,  and traverse the 5 miles at 45 mph putting me home in roughly 7 minutes, give or take a couple minutes. I walk up to the house, lights off and the doors locked, my father ready for an ambush. I still haven't gotten a spare key because the thought of actually getting a key means I'm going to be here for awhile and well...that's just not acceptable yet. I check my email, my facebook, drudgereport, tell my cousin how much I made tonight as he plays black opps , try not to wake my step mom, and hop in the shower to wash off this stench that I can only attribute to good old fashion restaurant. I put on some fresh undies and pray to my God to help me to understand life.

I lie in bed thinking this is my life. God knows and so do I. Some of my friends are single parents, some are married. Some live in big houses and some don't live in houses at all. A lot of people I've seen don't have a job and don't have food. I've played with orphans and seen a woman cry in pain from malaria. I've seen human beings root through my garbage looking for food right after I've had a full filling meal. I've seen a woman 50 lbs dying of AIDS. I know I'm not 100% satisfied where I am right now but I know that I'm blessed beyond reason and God's too good to not give him all the glory. Praise you Yahweh. I'm America. love. war.

"I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances." -Paul

Things to think about:
-Men are funnier than women
-Love and thinking about love
-Indie films
-Fireplaces verse wood burning stoves
-your past verse your future

Things to watch:

Things to read:
Can our nation be saved?