Eyes

They all would talk of the man on the hill, the one that would always sit and stare out into his garden... they all have been warned of this man.







He would sit and wait till the sun would set behind his house, before looking for someone else to join him, as the sun would set he would seek for the next mindless follower to join him...




 

As the years rolled on he would stand by the mirror fixing his ever greying hair...

 

The people calling out to him would be ignored and off he would set to find that mindless follower to add to his growing desire.

As his desire grew the less space he had and the more the people would call out to him, he always knew they were near he could almost feel them touch his skin - goosebumps would grow with each touch... The mirror faced the passage and he could see everything that happened behind him, from the rats that would run from hole to hole, to the leaves of the tree casting its shadow through his window and onto his wall.



His memories would start to fade but those around him would always remember his wrongs.


As he fixed his now white hair, they knew that his last night was tonight. His old bones creaked as he reached the door... there was a heavy thud and the sound of wheezing - a man needing oxygen but the oxygen wanting to go everywhere else - besides his lungs.

Now as they drew closer, almost able to touch what last touched them, he moaned and groaned as the life was sucked out of him, their hands wrapped around his limbs as they dragged him into their hell, all his memories flashed before him, grave after grave, blood, knives, fear, families torn apart by death, all his joys were now becoming their revenge... his screams echoed through his house leaving his walls painted with death.
They finally reached their desire, as he once had his - they had theirs. The old mans body never was found...

 

Where Have you BEEN!!!

Got comfortable... had a lot of thoughts and never got them down. Probably lost a lot of good stuff to write about. Shameful.

As some myths go "He rose like a Phoenix  rising from the ashes"

He will return maybe not here but else where.

Colours run through the paths etched in his brain, meandering passion, inspiration... a collaboration of free thought. The very heart beat of his life succinct to the questions and answers that need to be found. No chains, no bounds, no one to eat at the center of his metaphors of colour. Standing proud on his rock of pride he can see over the vastly open land, only one person to see this land - it can only be him.

His own freedom, his own laws.

Probably his own downfall.

Part 1 Jason!

What the hell are you doing?!

What in heavens sake is going on here?!

I told you not to... !

Cop lights and sirens... things went a bit too far.

Aaah all to familiar to my ears... I now even have to act surprised and pull a "Oh my I have been caught" face. I have found myself in a few situations where you pretty much know you in shit. These are my stories, plus all the other funny stories that I have experienced in my short life.

Dad catches you with his porn mag. Age 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16.........

Mom tells you not to eat all the sweets (even with the warning you finish them - great indulgent until you see all the sweet papers lying around you). Age 6 -19

Mom shouts "Don't kick that ball near me!" (you kick the ball, not only near her but hitting her plum in the face). Age 9

You have this great idea to see how far you can kick your shoes in the house... only moments later to discover they go pretty far through windows... you lie and say someone threw a stone through it (mom looks at you funny - all the glass is on the outside). Age13

Your mates and yourself decide to spy on the girl next door... you climb the single brick layered wall (not a good building idea when 6 boys want to spy on a hot girl) moments later you find yourself on top of a bunch of your friends and notice there is no wall left. Age 12

Your cousin and yourself have this awesome BB gun and decide it would be a good idea to hide in the bushes and shoot cars... second car the BB goes through an open window and nails an off duty cop in the neck. Age 10

Girls... the weakness of every young male, your cousin likes this girl (you however think shes not so good looking but because hes older you act like you do). He has this great idea to go ask her out, only you guys get to her house and she is now showering (asking out mission becomes spy mission) you climb up onto the zinc garage roof and peer through the window, when a creek and a grinding noise from under your feet becomes you falling through the zinc garage roof onto the new 4x4. Age 13

You and a mate go for a walk (to do something you shouldn't) when you find a lighter... moments later you have set a whole veld (for you internationals "veld"  is a bush with loads of long grass) alight. Age 14

Things you really should never say without looking around first... you and a mate debate whether or not your teacher is gay, you both come to the conclusion he's gay and for some reason shout out he's gay - a hand touches your shoulder and there he stands. Age 15

Your mate demonstrates how you such a suck up to teachers by miming a blow job... he is very enthusiastic - only to be caught by the same gay teacher you were caught by days earlier. Age 15

Exams... Hot teacher with big breasts, no bra and a see through white vest. No this was no dream. Your head is down, deep in thought "Shit I should have studied" when you get a kick to your chair from behind, your mate tries to point out something to you. You look to where he's pointing and you see "them" pointing at you... yes her breasts are coming straight towards you (eye contact - there is no such thing when a woman has big breasts and you in your teens). You get detention for talking in an exam. Age 15

You and your mate are set up on a blind date by another mate. You are very confident as she sent you a picture. You and your mate wait anxiously... while waiting you both come up with an escape plan if one or the other is a man or a Nome. They turn the corner - one is a man (you think?) her shoulders are wider than yours, the other is definitely a Nome. Nothing needs to be said... escape plan in action, you both say you need the bathroom, moments later for some reason you both in the same cubicle in the toilets. You then hear the world record for taking the longest piss. The picture you received was her sister. Your mate that set you up on the date has the biggest smile on his face as you arrive at school. Age 16

First team rugby tour Cape Town, What an honor to be a Gr9 on first team tour. You meet these girls that stay in the same res (res being the place you stay in when going to College or Varsity) you happen to be staying in while on tour. Your mate and yourself make a date, you wait for your coaches to go out drinking and off you guys go. You meet in a TV room and try act a lot older as they first years... things start going well when your look out calls you to tell you the coaches are back. Panic hits you and you come up with a plan - the plan is to strip down to your boxers and take the back route to the bathroom, leave your clothes there and say you just went for a piss. Plan fails when as you turn the last corner your coach is standing with crossed arms and you have your clothes in your hands and giggling girls running the opposite direction. Age 15

Argentina first team rugby tour. First night there all your mates get picked up in awesome cars, you however have to carry your own bags 5km into dodge ville, sand roads, rabid dogs (not really, they did look sick though), houses falling to pieces, fencing that seems to be grass/sand because none of them stand upright. You arrive at your house... there is no front door handle (you use the key then push really hard) you are warned not to get locked outside - a few hours later you are locked outside.

You need a dump while the family sets up dinner (great escape, they will never know you taking a dump) you sit and let what needs to happen happen (they forget to tell you the door does not close) the door swings open exposing you on someone elses throne and you are now staring at the whole family as they wait to serve you supper.

Time to shower - this time you put a towel under the door to keep it from opening. Your shower curtain is see through... you see the bathroom door being forced open "I am busy" you say, to a reply from the little sister in a Spanish accent "no problem I have seen one" The next few minutes as she brushes her teeth all nonchalant, seems to be the most awkward of your life (at the time).

Time for a party - you arrive early with a mate, keen to scout the Argentinian talent... it's an all boys party (till a few hours later you find out it's in fact not) you remember the deal made on the plane "If you have had no action near the end of the tour you can drop your standards and then what happens on tour stays on tour." Major emphases was put on "END OF THE TOUR." It was only the second day and only three hours in when you see this... shemale pukes in the flower bed - while your mate acts as if he never saw it, then pulls in for a tongue wrestling match (which it looks like he's losing as she really has the upper hand in size and facial hair). A few others drop their standards but you and some mates stand strong!

The next day you all at their school ready for the game, you notice shemale following her hero (or victim however you see it) all over and even waits outside the bathroom for him. He tells you it was dark and he couldn't see her clearly, he now also fears she might move to South Africa and force him to marry her. We play our game the next day and give them a good old South African lesson in rugby 75 - 5 the score.

It's time for some under age drinking and wonder into your first strip club. You all pleased to hear that there is a strip club just down the road from the hotel you all stay in. The plan is set for the great escape... it works to perfection, you all wonder down the road (Trying to look older than you are, you look more like a zombie due to the major jet lag). You meet a fellow South African that happens to be the bouncer his name Moses. He gets you in for free... the lights are bright at first and then you see your first stripper boobs. All your mates plus yourself have heads turned to the stage. Moments later it's ruined when an old man is on stage and has his pants taken off by the stripper.

A few of you go next door to this awesome club, before you know it you famous as the crowd some how finds out you all South African. They lead you onto stage where you all dance your hearts out, you notice your mate with this old lady (she seems to be doing something) you look down when all you see is - handjob. The next few hours you find yourself at Burger King for breakfast when in comes your mate with a smile (handjob went well you assume) you then notice the cap he used to cover the handjob has a white battle scar stain on it.

The great attack, tradition and history is about to be made. You all have been getting your asses kicked by the coaches and have now come up with a plan to kick their asses, the testosterone is pumping everyone is ready as you sneak up to the coaches door, your decoy one of the weaker guys to knock on the door. Moments later thirty odd boys are storming the coaches tiny (very tiny) room you and one of the biggest guys in the team grab the biggest coach (in size not height) the others all storm in and take the other coach (or stand and watch in fear of getting hit in the face) the lights go out, they come back on - somehow the coaches are kicking the crap out of all you, everyone storms out the door but some get trapped. You and a mate hide in the stair well and listen to the loud whacks of flat hands meeting bums... you hear some cries... you realise the one guy built like an ox due to steroids is now crying his eyes out, yours and everyone else's cue to head back to your rooms - defeat.

You and some mates buy a guitar for the school and start playing it in the streets of Florida (It's the streets for tourists, beggars and prostitutes) as your mate plays and you all sing you hear a ping and notice some one threw some money at your feet, the crowd grows and some of the crowd throw money at you and your mates feet - a cop comes to stop the illegal entertainment, you need to have a permit to preform.

Good idea - put a friend in a huge bag (it's nicknamed Titanic at it's first sighting back at O.R Tambo International), Bad idea put bag (with friend in it) in an international hotels lift. When friend throws biscuits at police from the top of the roof and they come into the hotel it's time to find friend in bag... he is now not in the bag but in handcuffs, turns out he jumped out the bag shouting "SURPRISE" to the manager and police as the lift opened. You and a mate go to the rescue only to be almost arrested for being... barefoot? (Short story is no one was arrested)

There will be more to come stay tuned for the rest of my stories and experiences.

Jason Paul Friedman