A Place on the Corner Elijah Anderson Excerpt From the Book

This book is interesting.  It is a sociological study of street life at “Jelly’s” which is a bar and liquor shop.    Anderson when he was a college student spent time with and observing the men of Jelly’s.   He broke them down into 3 groups: “The Regulars” “The Wineheads” and “The Hoodlums”

I recommend the book if you want to read someone trying to understand the life and psychology of men “of the street” as well as men who are in the “inner city” of America and who are men who are kind of on the fringe of society in a means of lower middle class to lower class.  There are also “hustlers” and some beggars.  The books is really really fascinating.

Here is just one example with an excerpt from the book:

Around Jelly’s, Oscar often expresses his desire for “big money.”  He is usually hatching some scheme to get “some quick money” with a friend from the corner.  Sometimes he will whisper to one person about his designs on another.  He might say, “Psst.  Hey, Eli.  Watch this.  Hey Sam, lemme hold a dollar till payday?”  If Sam, a friend of his, will “loan” Oscar the money, Oscar will then wink or hunch another person, to communicate how “smooth” and “slick” he is.  With money in his pocket already, Oscar feels he has “beat” the person making the loan.

Another except still in regards to “Oscar” :

Like other hoodlums around Jelly’s, Oscar lives and actively participates in what might be described as the subculture of violence of the ghetto streets.  He is commonly armed with his .38 caliber pistol, which he occasionally flashes.  He expects others to be “carryin’ somethin’ ” .     Frequently he may be seen standing with his hands dug into his pants pockets, as though he were ready to come “up with somethin’ ” at any moment should the need arise.  He says this posture will “make anybody think twice before they try to do somethin’ to you.”  He refers to his weapon as “my li’l equalizers that keep me alive” and that allow him to make his rounds.  Among group members he is known as someone who can “really go,” meaning he is considered a good street fighter and will not hesitate to fight.  Oscar has fought often and has threatened to cut people around Jelly’s.  Although I have never seen him do it, some say he has drawn his pistol on others around the corner more than once.

 

Those are just a couple of excerpts from the book.  It depicts men who are living their life socially by hanging out at the liquor store and bar.

This information came from the book which I had to special order from my local library.

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, stay fluffy

The Man in the Clouds (A story with Aliens and a Man) Biscuit Tale

As he journeyed he traveled up and up

he moved up and up into the Heavens

but he did not get as far as he hoped

his ship fell

it crashed

but he lived

the planet was breathable

he met a friendly creature and the creature stood on two legs just as he

the creature took him in and became his friend

he met friends of the creature and the friends were kind as well

BUT the creature and his friends warned him to not go across the line

“The other side is not safe.”

they said.  he was warned to not go out and meet the others who lived across the line

the others were monsters who spewed venom

but the man was not always wise and of course wanted to see for himself … …

The Weight Loss Man (Guest Contribution)

I want to thank “DJ ROBO BRISKET or Whatever” for this Contribution to the blog page.  It is an interesting story and I hope my fans will find it to be entertaining.

(BEGIN STORY)

Don was the epitome of a man who was destined to be a professional eater but never put in the effort to get past the amateur stage. In fact, back in high school, Don was nominated by his friends to be “Most likely to be a top competitive eater” after witnessing him devour two whole pizzas and he still had room to finish off a bucket of fried chicken. That is just one highlight out of countless other feats of eating. Don never thought much about it. When Don was hungry he would eat.

Don worked at an accounting firm. It was an okay job. Don might go as far as saying it was a good job. The salary was competitive and he enjoyed his co-workers. The cube-farm lifestyle really appealed to Don since it gave him plenty of time to procrastinate during the day while chatting with co-workers.

One day at the accounting firm, there was a fitness ‘competition’ to raise awareness. Awareness of what, Don was not certain, but he played along anyway. Don had never considered himself to be an athlete, but he reckoned he could be competitive in most workplace competitions, except in running. Craig from two cubes over was known for running ultra-marathons.

Don was quickly proven incorrect.

During the push-up competition, Don was unable to complete a single push-up. During the jumping jack competition (which Don, as well as many others, were surprised is a thing), Don was quickly disqualified after his heavy bounces resulted in a smashed monitor from rattling off the desk. There were a few other events at which Don continued the trend of the first two events.

Don was rather disheartened after realizing he came in absolute last place. Of course, they didn’t announce the last place loser, they only announced the top three winners. But Don did the math, he was an accountant after all.

Coming in last place had upset Don, but there was a moment during the competition that made him realize it was time for a change. During the jumping jacks he noticed there were parts of his body that were jiggling while jumping that should not be jiggling on a man. Don determined to do something about his weight.
People made many assumptions about Don, but nobody ever assumed that he was dumb. In fact, he wasn’t dumb. Don was quite intelligent. Don was the type of person who researches everything, and as a result is good at researching things. Weight loss was no exception.

On Don’s fancy smartphone was an app for tracking his food intake. This app was called MyFoodDude. Along with tracking food intake, it would tell one how much they should be consuming. After reading countless reviews (significantly more than a normal person would’ve read through), Don had determined that MyFoodDude was the absolute best app for the job.

For two weeks, Don was extremely precise about all of his intake. He had temporarily given up all of his favorite foods, and instead had to carefully weigh all of his new and bland foods before eating. After those two weeks, Don had lost about five pounds. He was happy to see the results, but the accountant in him instantly extrapolated and saw how long he would have to be eating carefully.

Don had noticed it was obnoxiously easy to make a mistake when converting units within the app. When one switched from grams to lbs it would keep the value from the grams. If one wasn’t careful, they could easily add 200 lbs of a food when they had meant 200 grams. Don was always watching out for this since he wanted to be precise in his tracking.

After those two weeks, Don decided to celebrate with a day of no tracking foods and instead eating some pizza. It was Don’s favorite food after all, and he had lost five pounds, so it was justified to him.

Remarkably, when Don weighed himself the next morning he had not gained any weight. In fact, he had continued his weight loss trend and he was absolutely starving. Chicken and quinoa have their place, but when Don felt as though he was about to expire from starvation, there was always available loving embrace of fast food only minutes away. Don hopped in his car and sped to the nearest golden arches.

Don couldn’t decide if he wanted one BigMac or two, so he opted for three. It made sense to Don at the time, as he was indeed very hungry.

The next couple of days went by similarly. Don was getting alarmed at his rapid weight-loss and thought it might be something medical. Before jumping to conclusions, Don decided to use that app, MyFoodDude to make sure that he was eating enough. When Don first opened the app, it showed him a streak of missed days. Somewhere in the back of Don’s mind, he noticed that those missed days corresponded with his days of starvation. The thought never reached the conscious portion of Don’s mind, and disappeared into nothingness.

After tracking a full day of eating, Don felt content and healthy. Don was no longer fearing death by starvation. Perhaps he had not been eating enough the past few days, Don had theorized. The next few days involved lots of weighing and measuring of foods and liquids to ensure that another similar accident didn’t occur.

One day, Don had cooked 300 grams of shrimp. Shrimp is low in calories and high in protein, so it was a good, albeit expensive entree. While tracking this, Don forgot to switch from pounds to grams. As the save button was inattentively pressed, Don instantly died.

A few weeks and many similar obituary entries later, MyFoodDude was updated. In the patch notes was “Fixed erratic behavior.”

(END OF STORY)

 

The Ambiguous Man (A man of many sides)

The man traveled into town.

He had a nice night and met a girl who was kind and smart.   The man wanted to go with the girl to his room.   She accepted his invitation.   She found the man to be a kind and gentle lover.

The next day came.  The man awoke from his slumber.  He had slept peacefully and was tired from his love-making.

He walked about the town.   The man was handsome.   The women of the town would often look at him as he walked past.

Night came soon enough.   The man went to the local bar.   He saw the girl from the night before and he politely waved at her.   When he was at the bar he found another man who was sitting alone.   He sat next to this Lonely Man.  He took a liking to this Lonely Man.  The man explained he did not have a room for the night and he needed somewhere to stay.  The Lonely man said the Man could sleep with him.  The wandering man who had entered the town only a day before accepted the offer.  That night the two men made love together.

The Man woke up the next day.  His body was sore from love-making.   When the Man decided to get out of bed it was near noon.  As he walked outside there were some tough men who stood in the street and looked at him.

Their leader spoke, “It’s time for you to go.”

The Man looked at their leader:  “Why is that?”

“You have crossed the line.  Men like yourself are not welcome here.”  Their leader spoke again.

“What kind of a Man am I?”  Asked the Man.

“Don’t get fresh with me!  The good people of this town saw you with the other man last night.  Such a thing is an abomination and not welcome in our town.  You must leave at once.  If you do not leave on your own, we will have to remove you by force.”  Their leader spoke bluntly and clearly.

“I understand.  Thank you for your hospitality.”  Said The Man.

The wandering man, who had entered the town and who had been with two different partners during his time, left the town.  He walked on in search of a new town.

 

-END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT, April 2017

The Forever Solider Continued

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know how old I am.”

“But How long have you been alive?”

“I don’t know my age but I have lived a long time.”

“You don’t look a day older than thirty.”

“I can’t remember the last time that I looked older.”

“So are you saying you are immortal?”

“I don’t think so.  I have been wounded in battle.  But when I was wounded in battle I would find a medic and they would heal me.”

“That is so odd.  Have you always been a solider?”

“As long as I can remember I have been a soldier.  I have been in many battles.”

“Like what?”

“I helped our Leader destroy the Egyptians.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yes.  They were not that advanced.  Our technology was ahead of theirs and we were able to defeat them.  But we did lose men in battle.”

“Do you always follow orders?”

“Of course I do.  I am a solider.”

“But what if you did not?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if you did not follow your orders?”

“The thought has never occurred to me.  The orders have always been followed.”

“You never put any thought into if you wanted to be a solider or not?”

“I am a solider.  Have you always been a civilian?”

 

(END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)  Monday April 17, 2017

The Omnipotent God

One key thing to understand is that God is all-seeing and all-knowing.  HE knew I was going to write this post before I wrote it and he did not strike me down.  I feel #blessed that I am still alive to write this post and the almighty lord of everything did not destroy me with his might.

DJ ROBO BISCUIT takes offense to the idea of God as well as Organized Religion as a whole.  The Biscuit shows some love to eastern religions but The Wise Biscuit is a truer defender of “forethought” as well as “skepticism.”

IF God is all-powerful then whey does he not destroy evil?

IF God is all-seeing and all-knowing why did he not alert the American Christians about the incoming attack on Pearl Harbor?

IF God is all-powerful then why did he not destroy the Nazis?  Also, why did he allow so many Jewish people to get slaughtered?

Another hypothetical, if in the world there were only 1000 Christians and they were in a jihad (holy war) against one million Satanists, then … would God step in and destroy the Satan-worshippers?

Or in theory, if there were only a handful of Christians left and they were in danger of death, would God step in to save their lives?

Does God also love the Ku Klux Klan?     It seems the KKK is full of God and full of wrath but does God like them?

If God is all-seeing and all-knowing and all-powerful then why does he not step in and kill men who are serial killers before these man commit any crimes?

Essentially why does God allow tragedy to occur if HE is so powerful?

Also, furthermore, if God is all-powerful and all-knowing then why do people need to donate money at Church?  Can’t God just conjure (summon) money to the Church?

 

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

Day One

Gotta get up.  Gotta get up.

Ugh.  Look in the mirror.  Hair is a mess.  Gotta dunk it.

Move to bathtub.  Under spicket.  Cold cold warm hot.  Nice.  Grab the towel dry dry dry.

Walk into kitchen.  Let’s make some coffee.

RING RING RING.  Cellphone.  “Hello?”

“Hello.  This is Wells Fargo Online Services.  Calling in regards to your credit card interest rate w-”

hang up.  Ugh.  Annoying.  Credit card is fine.

Coffee ready.  Pour some cream.

Get text.  “yo sup”

It’s Gary.

“Coffee Time Gary”

“You down for later?”

“Yeah man 2pm at your place”

“Cool.  C u there”

Chill at my place.  Enjoy the coffee.  Watch the news.

Buzz Buzz.  Woah girl text.

“Hey.”

“Hey sup”

“I’m at work.  Should we meet up later?”

“yeah.  how about like 8?”

“8 is good.  At my place?”

“Yeah lets do that.  I’ll be there.”

she responds with a smiley face.  And a winky face.

I go to Gary’s place.  Hop in my car.

Get to Gary’s place.  Gary is chill.

“Yo man here is the stuff.”

I take 2 pads and place it on my tongue for them to dissolve.

A leprechaun shows up and runs around.

“I’m tripping balls right now.”

“You going to meet  your girl later?”

“Yeah bro.”

The wall to my left is melting.  It feels like it is raining but I know I am indoors.

Things go south.

I’m hot.  hot hot hot.

The trip goes bad.  I stand up.  There is fire around me.  Fire.  Skeletons.  Gargoyles are flying.  Men are in shackles.  A big demon appears and looks at me, he laughs menacingly.

I snap out I’m on the street.  I’m running.

What am I doing here?

BEEP BEEP BEEP skirrrrrrrrrrrr

Light Light

Darkness.

Wake up.  Doctors.  I can’t feel my leg.

“That car hit you pretty hard.”

“Doctor he was just standing in the road.”

My left leg is all bandaged up.

“Where is my phone?”

Your phone got all smashed up.  You keep it in your left pocket.

“She is going to be pissed.”

I blackout.

(End of Day one)

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT