Day 3, the trinidad explosion

I woke and asked my mom to do my hair. As both I,Nemo, my mom and everyone else had noticed, I was basically becoming an amalgam of dreads and knots. Unsexy to the highest degree. She reluctantly agreed and the carnage began, there was so much ripping and tearing and screaming. It was really a wonder that I wasn't bald in the end of it all. After the onslaught was completed, we all decided a fun game of 21 was in order. I started off with five dollars that I borrowed and turned it into 47 dollars . It was a good day.

My mom , me , my bro and sis head out of La Romaine , the ghetto, my home.the place I was most familiar with in all of Trinidad. I love it although alot of things have changed, People that I knew have moved or died and the ones that remain no longer remember the fun we used to have, It is a bitter sweet reunion. But nevertheless, I am home, I think on that and sleep comfortably in the bed that my grandpa died in thinking about ghosts and weddings.

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Today I was feeling good. Woke up and ate some foods that I likes to eat and ruined the English language with my grammarz and the read a bit, after that I chilled and watched a movie and ate disgusting food, It was a great day.

Beginning to hate you all

Today isn't the regular disdain and hate I have for you all, No, today is a bad day, I am in one of those moods where I want to drop kick old ladies and rape babies.

Work was unreal. I worked non stop from three until eleven and the odd thing is that although it was busy, they habitually sent people home at random hours until it was just me and this old guy who does fuck all and gets paid for it. Swear to God, im gonna cut him.

 

other than that, it was fairly decent

Day 2 Trinidad

The second day was filled with explanation and rehabilitation. I got out of my room that was shared with my brother and raff (who we will be mentioned as cocky guy or kidd flash from now on ) and we walked outside to be introduced to courtly , a cousin dressed like al quieda  doing yard work. we spend the day relaxing and playing video games. I love the fact that they bring all men together.

In the night I was introduced to Caughtney, the twin cousin of Courtly though I don't call em twins since they aren't identical. they just fell out of the mom at roughly the same time. Anyways we played a ridiculous game of male machoism where the objective was to beat your knuckles on someone else's fist. I challenged my cousin , "twin a" who was 6'2, looked 40 and had fists double my size. He didn't hit me hard but he hit me in the same place over and over and made my nerves give out but at the last second he gave up. I guess he felt bad, pity is powerful. Then came kid flash. He challenged me in my weakened state like a punk and wasn't going soft. He just destroyed my weak hand till I wanted to cry, but my time finally came and I hit him so hard that his hand hit his other hand and he gave up. I was victorious!! I now own the world.

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Today I did literally fuck all but go to work and worry about how my life is shaping, I feel like im lost and going through the same thing over and over again. I really need something to pull me out of this rut

A chronicle of my life

Hello everyone, Im back from the home land, Trinidad for the most part was alright. I loved parts and others sucked so much balls that it is not even funny. I will continue to write about my journey but for those that dont wnana read a fucking novel, heres a brief synopsis: Someone got married, it was hot, cousins anoyed me, went to the beach, bought some food, came back.

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For those with the love of reading or those that have nthing better to do. I warned you. I will attempt to make it easier, by putting the important things in bold, so you can skim.

 

Day 1

The time was about noon when I woke to find that my dad was at the house. He apperently came over to the house to see us off ( which was strange becaue last time I checked him and m mom were still beefing hard )

But it as cool to see him, what wasnt however was the fact that he had gone into father mode and was on us because of the state of our room, the fact that my bro couldnt find his shoes and just general discomfort in being there I would imagine.

I love my dad greatly, but when he lived with us, I would sometimes feel afraid and now he's more like a friend and less a dad.I was kinda rude to him and i regret that but at the sametime, I am happy that i was able to exprss how iwas feeing insted of keeping it all to myself like I always do. Being with the fish is makin me more outgoing  I think.

Soon after my dad, I received another batch of annoyin news, Belora, one of my moms friends from work decided she was comming to Trinidad with us. Its not tha i cant stand the woman,  I can tolerate her in small doses. Its just that she is so controlling . She acts like shes my mom  and as soon as she came, she was barking orders at everyone. To say thae least I was a little upset whn we all fially got to the air port.So when i saw my GQ cousin and his superficial mommy  standing there already booked in and looking superior i wanted to stab someone. I sat down in a chair whih happened to be located in a chair that happened to be behind an information booth. People kept on assuming that i worked there and asking me questions even though I was a dressed in the bummiest clothing ever. So I did an evil thing and answered an older british lady when she asked me whch direction a specific terminal was that i have never seen. I felt kinda back later but still, its odd that doing the right thing almost always feels better than being the good boy that i strive to be.

Flash forward  to the flight. My bro and I got randomly checked which I found to be awesome. Im fairly convinced that he was only checked because he was in the vacinity of me, im totally a flight risk. Strangely after, when we were boarding, I lost my pass and a few mins after that, I saw that a flight attendant had found it ON the plane. The flight was good enough, the food was solid and it took about six hours. I spent most of the flight listening to music, playing my psp and thinking about Nimo. When we finally landed it was bout 10 30 and my uncle was there to pick us up. the one thing that I will never get enough off in Trinidad is the smells. They have such a sweet smelling country. My cousin did not surprise me when his cocky attitude  came out almost immediately  and the on going joke of the trip was the bet  when he would get hurt or robbed. I bet arms in 3 days or robbed in 5. We were taken to my moms old house where I was greeted with love by cousins that i hadnt known. this was surprising as I wasnt ready for that.

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Ive gone tired of writing so I think that I will give you a day a post. should keep you comming back for more.