Mish mosh

Ok so I was going to post some gossip or just some hilarious stories but I just got a message that there was an earthquake in Trinidad and I am yet to hear the details. I hope it wasn't too bad cuz I know what it feels like. Imagine waking up to an earthquake. It's crazy. It feels like you fell asleep in a hammock and someone is shaking it relentlessly so you wake up mad, only to realize you need to start praying instead of cursing. Also instead of running downstairs and standing below a beam maybe you should run back up the half a flight of stairs you just descended because you don't know where your mom is. Hell ya you wake up confused. At that time I didn't even know about the beam I just wanted to be as close to the ground as possible so I wouldn't have far to fall or be crushed by walls or a ceiling.
Yeah it was bad, a neighbour a lil ways down who was building a house basically had to abandon it, affected houses were toured after work and school like they were artifacts: slabs of concrete on beds the stain of blood on sheets, trees crushing cars. Yeah the few things that happened had a BIG impact. I think the worse thing about it was the psychological effect because there was the aftershock or tremors. You never knew when they were gonna hit and they were so frequent after the big earthquake, I just could not relax. If I was at school and had a class on the 3rd floor I sat near the exit and was constantly trying to figure out which beam would be sturdiest - just in case. To make matters worse there weren't only the aftershocks {wc} there was another bonafide earthquake. Pressah
I chuckle now thinking back at how paranoid I was at the time. But I would just sit hunched on the grass looking at that woman's house; her front step leading to the 2nd storey (sp) crumbled, the wall to her kitchen partially down exposing new wood cupboards and the "as yet" untiled floor. It was so heartwrenching to see her sit in the rubble of her front step, open wound where she was injured by debris and by her attempt to save herself and young son by jumping off the step, sobbing. She wasn't even wailing it was just a defeated, continuous, unconsolable sobb. Sigh... I don't have the heart for gossip after this sometimes it only takes one thing.
____________________________________________________________________

Oh! What I do have time for is a phone call....What!?! The area code says Jamaica (Big smile) I am so in shock and so happy that I enjoy the number and the Jamaica flashing on my Sprint phone for too long. I answer and get a dead line. Hmmm the number doesn't match anything in my phone book, but there is only one person living there that I know would call. Hmmmm tick tock do I return the call excitedly only to realize that they changed their mind and didn't really want to talk to me or maybe their opposable thumb wasn't on point and they dialed me by mistake. Well I return the call anyway....left a voicemail, not a corny one, succinct yet not cold. Ten minutes later Jamaica's flashing on my phone again {big grin}. I love my friends
____________________________________________________________________

Ok I'm in a better mood now....Yesterday talking to a friend he said a buddy of his from high school died. He was shot in the face in some sort of unspecified altercation. Not one to speak ill of the dead he was like its sad he's dead but I wonder what sort of trouble he got himself involved in then he gave three examples of his friend.
1) He once had sex with girl in a graveyard on top of some's ornate cement grave then promptly left her there to find her way home.
2) He was driving home and got into a mini fender bender, not with another car, and damaged the front bumper of his uncle's B12(? I'm a girl not sure) car. Fortuitiously there was one of that same make and colour parked on the street. Too good not to be meant to be right. You can guess what he did....yups he pulled off his damaged bumper pulled off the donor bumper and did a switcherooo. Yups his comment...It was meant to be.
3) Do you know those dump trucks? Like the ones that carry gravel for construction? Well homey got so much game he convinced this girl that was really sprung over him to have sex in the bin of the dump truck! Can you imagine?!
*** Hil-ar-ious right and trust me I did not want to believe any of these stories but they were supported and corroborated by reliable sources. Well you can't say he didn't live. So, even though I didn't know you here's a eulogy of sorts. Granted its not the proper one that would be said in a church but it's the one that your friends will remember with loud, brawlish, raucous laughter when there is a lil lime and they pour a lil White Oak on the terrazo floor for your thirsty spirit. R.I.P. Peace