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It’s mere hours away from my brother’s graduation. I’ll
eventually have to heave myself off my cushioned seat and pants up. I’m not
looking forward to sweating it out on that field. I am looking forward to seeing my brother graduate. I remember the
feeling; I’m just anticipating the nostalgic wave tonight’s celebration
promises.
I’m a family man. This is no secret. I’m proud and happy for
my brother (blood brother, this time). But there’s a tinge of disappointment,
regardless. Man I built a legacy over at that place. I went through my brother’s
yearbook not long ago and I was ecstatic – my grumpy senior lives on in another
form, fielded by another person with the same amount of anger I had. The paper
is lauded; many of the readers not knowing what it used to be – how crappy it was. My FBLA, the FBLA of the
A-men, continues forward, despite the crap advisors. There’s a supposed
business department in Arroyo now. It was formed out of necessity. A necessity that we
freaking created. Ain’t no doubt in my mind that I did something with my
time there.
I’d like to think, creation
is part of the A-men spirit. Man, we do comedy. We do change. We harness
adventure like the scorpion whips of the Furies. And, as far as I know, we do
truth and justice better than anyone.
They say there are four virtues behind mediation: truth,
justice, forgiveness, and peace. For me, at least, I’d trade in peace for truth
and justice. Peace built on secrets and lies is a false peace; forgiveness can
only be earned through acknowledgement of truths, compromise of justices. Ain’t
nobody disturbs the peace better than us; and for a reason as good as ours. This
I know (in respect to the tiny bit of world we live in).
By far, one of the greatest aspects of us A-men has to be
our ability to create. It’s not possible to not
make things, as far as we’re concerned – since our group is very much
Al-centered – and I’ve no other talent greater than creativity. I’ve strived to
be different. Take stands against the status-quo; make my mark with my time. This, as well, we’ve done better than most.
‘cause, in my opinion, I and my A-men walked an
unconventional route: whereas many feel great pride in being part of something
older than they are, we value the establishment of something that’ll outlast us.
We want to make our mark. We want to
be different. Ain’t nobody I know does that better than us.
‘course, there’s not much to compare to. The common
knowledge for most people is extracted from our time in high school; and what’ve
we done there in retrospect? We revived a silly club, we made a few films, we
caused a lot of trouble for the
administration. Passing thunderstorms. But damned if we weren’t the biggest
freaking storms any of them’s ever seen. Or ever will see.
Just that, now, we’re on a wider stage. Our roles have
gotten significantly smaller. But I believe it’ll just be a matter of time – individual
victories first, then individual defeats, then prominence of the group, once
again. (Not like that communist bullshit – it doesn’t work; it never worked,
and as far as I’m concerned they can all eat a dick.)
Anyways, as I was saying, my brother didn’t live up to my
accomplishments; but that’s alright. He’ll just need time to carve out his own
monument; satiate his own sense of worth. He’ll surpass me eventually, though.
He works harder than I do.
So, yeah, here’s to that crazy little kid and to my memories
–
Al: Dangit, what the crap are you doing?? You can't use the word "rapist" in your email!
Brother: I'll just tell them I meant "rapper" but thought it was "rap-ist."
Al: Change your freaking email you can't be doing something that stupid.
Brother: It's too late to stop now!
-Alienman
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