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Doesn't Take Much and That's Messed Up - 2004-03-15 |
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Jay Elias | You can take it with you
"I have wasted Time, and now doth
Time waste me"
- Richard II
2003-08-01- 2:57 p.m.
This Won't Make Any Difference To You
So, this past Sunday, my former coworker Rocky was able to hook me up with an additional day on a television show I’ve been wanting to work on for several years. He was leaving them to work on another show, and wanted to hook me up with the folks there so I could pick up his days. It was a tough day, with a 4:15 call time way out in Queens, and since I didn’t know how to get there, Rocky generously offered to pick me up on his way out and give me a ride.
The day went pretty well (although since I’ve come to regret it, because working Sunday turned me into an exhausted zombie for the rest of the week), and Rocky stayed to give me a ride back into the city. On the way home, he was talking about how be purchased an animation cell from the old Spider-Man, which the store wanted $85 for but Rocky told me that he “Jewed them down to $60.”
A couple days later, I was talking with one of the background on the movie I’m working on, and I suddenly stopped being able to hear her due to the chatter over the walkie. When I tried to explain that I couldn’t hear her because of the walkie, she said to me, “Oh, I thought you couldn’t hear me because you’re a man.”
I’m getting a little tired of all of you. Look, I made my peace a long time ago that I work with a lot of union guys, which in New York pretty much means a lot of working class old New York Irish and Italian guys. I hear ‘nigger’ and ‘spic’ so often at work that it barely registers anymore. And I live with it, mostly because I don’t really have a choice. And I try very hard not to think about the fact that this is supposed to be the greatest country in the world, with traditions of equality and promises of freedom unequaled in the course of history. And all of you are ruining it, for me and for everyone else. You’re content simply being what you are, regardless of whatever kind of prejudiced ignorant assholes that happens to be. And I wonder about why quite a bit, and the only reason I can come up with that makes any sense is simply that all of you are fuckers.
Because Rocky, you see, almost certainly thinks he is my friend. And he should be. He’s a really nice guy, who went out of his way to do a really nice thing for me. And he probably doesn’t even realize the significance of what he said. And if he did, he’d almost certainly feel terribly about it. And if I said something, perhaps it would do him some good.
But I don’t feel particularly inclined to help save any of you from yourselves. And I wonder, does it ever occur to any of you that the reason your Jesus hasn’t come back to bring your salvation is because you don’t deserve it?
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