Conspiracy of One: An Acquaintance’s Demise

I’m a student in over my head, and trying to swim deeper into the blue. One atrociously hard summer school course has me scrambling to find an answer. A petition I desperately want passed is a double-edged sword, as in I lose either way. However, I like the risk vs. gain potential, so I’m letting it ride. Finally, I should be at Comic-Con right now on some sort of vacation, but thanks to a few curveballs, I’m here instead. Reading a flurry of messages on my Facebook left me with some startling news. I use the term “startling” vs. “shocking” because I’m not surprised at death, but rather unsettled when it comes. Yes, this concerns death. Daniel Swiggum, former classmate, is gone.

Now, my thoughts on this guy is a bit mixed, as I’d like to hear more details; hearing “motorcycle accident” is not enough. Either way, concentrating on details isn’t my point. I’m supposed to be saddened by this, as we competed on five sports teams together…two track, two wrestling, one football. He was one of the few other guys in my freshman English Honors course, and a joker. I figured he’d be the only one from the school to have a decent shot at an athletic career. One thing led to another, unfortunately, and this is his fate. A stunning fall from grace, because I thought he had the talent to make it. Despite this waste of potential, why am I not sad?

I figure it’s because he picked on me often, him and his damn friends. The hazing I underwent at their expense was ridiculous, and emotionally jarring. The first big time was during track, where my mother grew concerned and asked the school to intervene. It was embarrassing, though necessary. The next year, he was part of the group that fucked with me based on the fact they were good athletes, and I wasn’t. I caught plenty of hell dealing with him.

And now, he’s gone. I’m not going to become emotional over this, because people like him pushed me to getting as far away from El Segundo as possible. Yet, sometimes, he was a decent person, but not enough to make me forget. The question I pose to death is “who’s next?”

If my input mattered, I have a request I’d like to submit. Skibbedebebop. Much later

Current Track – Sounds Under Radio “Portrait of a Summer Thief”


Conspiracy of One: Seeking Gold

I survived my first session of summer school by acing both classes. Hmm…maybe “survived” is too strong of a term. Forgive me, allow me to start again…

I ABUSED my first session of summer school by acing both classes. The first class left little doubt; the second one did leave a few, albeit it needless. I can’t recall a time that I showed such transcending abilities in the classroom, except for the last twenty years…but I digress. The basic class led me to a party that was interesting for a couple of reasons: one, I think I’m just not a beer person (shocking) and two, I’m only good for partying when there’s dancing involved. Again, stoners are interesting. I’m all for legalizing the stuff, but the mental “awareness” people have under the influence is troubling. No, I’m not quite sure I follow how “everything is energy”, but yes, if I keep you high, taking over the country will be easier than a Vietnamese hooker. ZING!

Single room in the fall. I’m excited. Well, I’d be more excited if I could put my Soul Edge on display, because it’d reinforce just how lethal I can be. But before I can get there, I have one more summer school course that just seems like a bitch. I glanced over the reading material (boring, as expected), but then the syllabus drew me to the realization of “I’m fucked.” Thankfully, six weeks will fly by shortly, because my research tells me it may be slim pickings in class. I must hand it to Al Gore for inventing the internet; without it, I may never have known some girls were way older than me.

Possibly four more weeks until my mouth is devoid of metal. Raise a glass of cider; with a single dorm room and one geek characteristic taken away, my room will truly become the Palace of Wisdom. That reminds me, I keep flip-flopping my base identifiers. Some days my room at home is SHIELD, while other times, my dorm room has that distinction. I should settle on that before school starts. Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Joshua Radin “Winter”

Conspiracy of One: Independence Day at Anime Expo

Sounds like a new stadium was just built, like Invesco Field at Mile High or Giants Stadium at the Meadowlands. Bleh, enough with the smalltalk. It’s Independence Day, and for years I’ve longed to look at the fireworks with my seemingly neurotic girlfriend. Twenty celebrations have passed; have I accomplished my goal?

Of course not. That’s why the Anime Expo exists: an innocuous way to distract geeks from their sad, sad lives.

I originally did not plan on attending this year, but my posse enlisted me to drive. For the first time in months, I left the house before 8am. Not into cosplay, but at the same time, I didn’t want to look “normal”, so I decided to go as an amalgamated wrestler. My trademark wig to shield my identity, Undertaker pendant to look menacing, and CM Punk wrist straps to prove I’m a hypocrite. If anyone has a problem with that, my DX shirt let everyone know how I felt about their opinion…SUCK IT!

Still not entertained, I picked up my buddies and off we went. Situation was sort of awkward, considering I was the only one of my friends that dressed up. Not to mention the fact that I looked positively ridiculous, the sight of four black guys attending a primarily Asian function was humorous.

Ran into Marco…twice. I doubt he expected as much. It’s nice to see how he found work since I retired his ass the hard way. Ran into Stephanie…my friends were shocked that I knew a girl that didn’t want to kill me. Also ran into Kyle, who’s probably on par with me as far as stalking is concerned: as I said, I looked ridiculous, yet incognito. How the hell was I spotted?

Dissecting my group could be done in multiple ways. Jordan and I have been veterans for the last three years; we go out of boredom and weapons. He specializes in reading movies. Yes, he likes subtitles, which disturbs me on many levels. My childhood friend Anthony (whom my friends EGREGIOUSLY declared “#1”) was the most hardcore anime fan in the party, so he elected to disappear and make me reconsider the people I know. Lastly, Jordan brought his cousin Ryan, who was repeatedly victimized by my wit. Since it was his first time, he deserved anything I shot at him.

On to the expo itself, I saw one too many guys cross dressing. I pride myself on being a man whore; I do not pride myself on being misled. After seeing too many instances, I gave up at being…creepy. However, I went back to being an asshole and making dirty comments at every self-loathing cutter that walked by. I felt truly at home being an asshole. I got the gang lost on two or three separate occasions and showed no remorse. When questioned, I whipped out my cane and threatened blood. My natural antagonistic slant entertains us all. But what I did later will raise a few eyebrows for all the wrong reasons.

While in the exhibit hall, my curiosity was stroked a bit, and two of my comrades bought weapons. Ryan bought his first sword, long enough for me to quip he’s overcompensating. Jordan’s building up his collection, now raised to three blades. In other words, we have one guy trying to join the circle, while the other guy bolstered his ranks. How did I join in on the fun?

I purchased a claw and the Soul Edge.

When I saw both weapons, I saw picks that would reflect my personality. I’m no insecure rookie, nor am I trying to get in touch with Japanese culture; I want to cultivate fear. The claw lured me in like nothing I’ve ever seen: three blades calling my name, amplifying a punch to manslaughter. My friends wanted me to have a complete set, but I was weary. I needed something that would strike fear in the hearts of anyone who came near me. Therefore, the Soul Edge is my friend. What’s not to like about a heavy one-eyed sword that steals souls? Suddenly, I get the feeling that it’s going to be a little harder to get on my bad side. A new collection begins. Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Ryuichi Takada “The Die is Cast”