Post by The Diaz Brothers on Nov 20, 2013 16:53:36 GMT -5
The sun is going down, the sky is orange, the birds are migrating, people returning from work are honking like crazy, red lights turn green, a crowd of people pushing each other and shouting at each other to move out of the way. Everyone is living their daily normal lives. People rush out of the park to go out on dates, mothers take their children by the hand, and Jorge just sits there and watches. Central Park is a big beautiful park, and Manhattan is a big, busy, and amazing city. A woman runs back for her purse and leaves her son sitting at a bench. Jorge stares at the child. The child is about 3 years old, he has a blonde bowl cut, and freckles. He is wearing a red shirt with green stripes, cargo shorts and white Nike's. Many minutes pass, the night is already here, the sky is dark purple and the mom still hasn't appeared.
Jorge: ( How come this child is still here?)
A man in a brown trench coat enters the park, he puts on black gloves and a dark mask. Jorge couldn't quite well catch his face. The man walks slowly to the bench where the child is sleeping. The child is barely awake, with all this cold who would? The man quickly snatches the child and runs off.
Jorge: SHIT!!
Jorge quickly runs after the man, and catches up. Jorge jumps at the man, they all fall down, the child cries in pain and fear, while Jorge repeatedly punches the man. While doing so Jorge has a flashback.
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Jorge: Spring... will you marry me?
Spring runs out of the restraunt.
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Jorge lets the rest of his anger out on the man, the man bleeds through his mask, while shouting...
Man: Please!! No, please stop!!
Jorge continues to punch the man before he pulls the mask off. The man was a Caucasian, blonde man, his jaw was very chiseled. He stabbed Jorge with a pocket knife and ran off. The child's mother ran to get her child.
Mother: Jeremy!! Oh, Jeremy your ok, you scared me....
The woman kept speaking as she walked off not even noticing Jorge bleeding out on the floor as everything faded to black for him...
He woke up in a hospital room, he heard the sounds of hospital beds riding across the floor, doctors shouting out orders, families crying for their family members, babies crying like crazy, and children's footsteps running playing tag in the hall. Jorge saw a big blur and a light shining in his eyes. The room was sky blue. His dad was next to him.
Juan: Dammit son, why don't you learn to defend yourself. All you care about is motherfucking dancing! When you were 10 you got your ass whooped, when you were 15, and when you were 21. Maldito maricon!
Jorge: I beat a fucking rapist up... I saved a child's life....
Juan: And how the fuck did you get stabbed?
Jorge: How, well what happened was I was whipping his ass all over the fucking place, that's why I have no marks, then I unmasked his gringo ass. After that I don't know I was staring at him because he looked so familiar and BOOM!! Gringo just stabbed me with a fucking pocket knife...
Juan: Nigga, that's not the problem...you would think that Spring left you for another man of her kind you know a gringo...
Jorge: So you...the fucking drunk ass fucker at the corner who was dumped by his wife...YOU!! The one who came back to me when I was 9...YOU!! You, think I ain't good enough for an American woman because I am Dominican, well YOU!! better not say anything because my mom left you like that after she just had enough of your alcoholism!!
Juan: I know I made many mistakes in life, but your lucky she accepted me back in the house, because she knew you needed a man in the house before you turned completely gay! I was the one who turned you into a man...9 years without me is nothing!! Try living all your life knowing that your mother killed your father, went to prison, and left you with your grandparents!! Imagine, not having a father to play baseball with.....Imagine
Juan breaks into tears as he rests his head on the side of Jorge's arm. Jorge also starts crying.
Jorge: Look, papa...I am sorry, lets get our asses out dis dump and lets go to the strip club...lets have some fun!
Jorge and his father Juan leave the hospital and spend the rest of the day at the strip club, and the theaters.
Juan: Jorge, you know that when I was 27 like you... I was in the army. Mira, I was 25 here to be exact, I never left you, I was at war. Look, when I was 28 I went on this journey to the Chinese...Japanese...Korean what ever the fuck they were!!
Jorge: Vietnamese?
Juan: Yes, dose. It was me, my friend Francisco, your uncle Ramon, and some fat man named Henry. He was white...
Jorge: Why were there no other whites?
Juan: You see, mi hijo... no other white guy would come with us, Henry though..he did. Black people, Hispanics..anyone who wasn't white would be judged and no one would wanna go do a mission with them. So every other race that's would hang out. You know my best friend was a black man named Darius! So we went out and the Vietnamese attacked us. The knew we were coming and it was 4 on... about 50. So Ramon and I took cover behind some logs. And Henry and Francisco were without cover. Francisco was about to be killed when Henry took the bullet for him. He told me to lead the men and to let him die. He also gave me a note to give to his family. He set up the bomb, we ran, and that was the end.
Jorge: How about Francisco?
Juan: He died. The Vietnamese shot at us when we ran. They got me in the leg. He was shot in the head...
Everything was silent as Jorge took his father home, the whole ride was silent...before Juan broke into tears.
Jorge: No worries father, this Sunday I will win for you, Francisco, and Henry...
Jorge: ( How come this child is still here?)
A man in a brown trench coat enters the park, he puts on black gloves and a dark mask. Jorge couldn't quite well catch his face. The man walks slowly to the bench where the child is sleeping. The child is barely awake, with all this cold who would? The man quickly snatches the child and runs off.
Jorge: SHIT!!
Jorge quickly runs after the man, and catches up. Jorge jumps at the man, they all fall down, the child cries in pain and fear, while Jorge repeatedly punches the man. While doing so Jorge has a flashback.
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Jorge: Spring... will you marry me?
Spring runs out of the restraunt.
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Jorge lets the rest of his anger out on the man, the man bleeds through his mask, while shouting...
Man: Please!! No, please stop!!
Jorge continues to punch the man before he pulls the mask off. The man was a Caucasian, blonde man, his jaw was very chiseled. He stabbed Jorge with a pocket knife and ran off. The child's mother ran to get her child.
Mother: Jeremy!! Oh, Jeremy your ok, you scared me....
The woman kept speaking as she walked off not even noticing Jorge bleeding out on the floor as everything faded to black for him...
He woke up in a hospital room, he heard the sounds of hospital beds riding across the floor, doctors shouting out orders, families crying for their family members, babies crying like crazy, and children's footsteps running playing tag in the hall. Jorge saw a big blur and a light shining in his eyes. The room was sky blue. His dad was next to him.
Juan: Dammit son, why don't you learn to defend yourself. All you care about is motherfucking dancing! When you were 10 you got your ass whooped, when you were 15, and when you were 21. Maldito maricon!
Jorge: I beat a fucking rapist up... I saved a child's life....
Juan: And how the fuck did you get stabbed?
Jorge: How, well what happened was I was whipping his ass all over the fucking place, that's why I have no marks, then I unmasked his gringo ass. After that I don't know I was staring at him because he looked so familiar and BOOM!! Gringo just stabbed me with a fucking pocket knife...
Juan: Nigga, that's not the problem...you would think that Spring left you for another man of her kind you know a gringo...
Jorge: So you...the fucking drunk ass fucker at the corner who was dumped by his wife...YOU!! The one who came back to me when I was 9...YOU!! You, think I ain't good enough for an American woman because I am Dominican, well YOU!! better not say anything because my mom left you like that after she just had enough of your alcoholism!!
Juan: I know I made many mistakes in life, but your lucky she accepted me back in the house, because she knew you needed a man in the house before you turned completely gay! I was the one who turned you into a man...9 years without me is nothing!! Try living all your life knowing that your mother killed your father, went to prison, and left you with your grandparents!! Imagine, not having a father to play baseball with.....Imagine
Juan breaks into tears as he rests his head on the side of Jorge's arm. Jorge also starts crying.
Jorge: Look, papa...I am sorry, lets get our asses out dis dump and lets go to the strip club...lets have some fun!
Jorge and his father Juan leave the hospital and spend the rest of the day at the strip club, and the theaters.
Juan: Jorge, you know that when I was 27 like you... I was in the army. Mira, I was 25 here to be exact, I never left you, I was at war. Look, when I was 28 I went on this journey to the Chinese...Japanese...Korean what ever the fuck they were!!
Jorge: Vietnamese?
Juan: Yes, dose. It was me, my friend Francisco, your uncle Ramon, and some fat man named Henry. He was white...
Jorge: Why were there no other whites?
Juan: You see, mi hijo... no other white guy would come with us, Henry though..he did. Black people, Hispanics..anyone who wasn't white would be judged and no one would wanna go do a mission with them. So every other race that's would hang out. You know my best friend was a black man named Darius! So we went out and the Vietnamese attacked us. The knew we were coming and it was 4 on... about 50. So Ramon and I took cover behind some logs. And Henry and Francisco were without cover. Francisco was about to be killed when Henry took the bullet for him. He told me to lead the men and to let him die. He also gave me a note to give to his family. He set up the bomb, we ran, and that was the end.
Jorge: How about Francisco?
Juan: He died. The Vietnamese shot at us when we ran. They got me in the leg. He was shot in the head...
Everything was silent as Jorge took his father home, the whole ride was silent...before Juan broke into tears.
Jorge: No worries father, this Sunday I will win for you, Francisco, and Henry...
