The Ace Of Clubs

I’m the Ace of clubs, and I don’t mean any poker hand either. I’m not talking about the book club your granny’s a member of or the scout club your 3-year-old nephew goes to. I’m talking about nightlife, the life of the party, the nightclub.

I always wondered why it’s called a club, because you feel like one has hit you over the head when you wake up in the morning. Spinning head, empty wallet, and no phone.

I feel like a zombie when I eventually rouse myself out of that recovery slumber from the poison I put into my body. I always tell myself “never again am I going to put myself through this”. But, the spineless, rubber arm that I am finds myself time and time again in a throng of push and pull to get to the bar counter where all your troubles can be forgotten.

Until you forget how much money you’ve already spent and buy a round of shots for your friends. ‘Shotalot’ they all cry and down the esophagus goes you’re hard earned pennies, the liquid elixir we crave after a hard day’s work. In the moment nothing else matters. You are controlled by it. It owns your life, and you let it.

You let go because there’s so much you hold on to, holding you back from yourself: small fears and insecurities that grow out of proportion. You forget about those fears when you remember the moment. You realize that when standing at the bar counter looking at the other lizard monkeys jumping around forgetting their worries.

The DJ is heavy head-banging and has got his hands in the air. There is always that one guy who has lost complete control, or it looks like he has. If this guy is absent on the night, I become that guy. Actually, I’m always that guy. I don’t care who watches and what they think. I occupy space on a cramped dance floor. People don’t want to get elbowed in the head by a crazy white boy, jumping around with flailing arms and sweat spraying in every direction off his brow.

Yip, that’s me. I get lost in the music. I’m not trying to find myself, only create myself in the moment that is now because now is the only moment there is. 

The most random and spontaneous things happen when you go to a club on your ace. Nothing is planned... so everything happens. You meet interesting people from weird places you’ve never heard of. You go to places you’ve never been to, on streets you’re always on. You have a genuine experience and a night to remember, mostly, unless you wake up in the morning feeling like a zombie. 

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the kind of man

What I wrote last time. I could never top that.

That was blogging history only equal to the first blog ever

It was made in a little town near the south of France sometime after the First World War there was a big fuss in the papers and everything.

But the ideas never caught on with the people.

We humans are the best, we rock this joint if you don’t agree with me you my dear reader are not a patriot.

If you think I am wrong your committing treason and should you do so you will promptly be expelled from our glorious creed.

I forgot to introduce myself I am mankind.

What makes us different from animals and the likes is spontaneity.

Yeah elephants are cool, wales are amazing, dolphins “kief”.

But mankind is straight up Bonkers. I find it hard to cope with the content.

We come in many ways with many ways. Imagine the world 500 years ago and then imagine seeing the changes in the shape, size and attitude of those humans over the past 500 years

For an easy comparison picture prince William and Kate driving into 32 downing in a jag, pretty picture there is tar and lights very easy on the eyes.

Now picture Bloody Mary chopping off peoples heads, if the paparazzi had her today they would have a party a very long party.

We have truly come from ape to man finally we can call ourselves mankind.

However that is not something I am completely happy with. I would like to believe we could ascend as people and truly cure our collective insanity.

That word (in-sanity) I to be out of health, I like that word it was very well constructed. I would like to add that Mary had a hand in that one which shows just how diverse we people can be. Imagine how diverse Barack Obama felt the day they caught Bin Ladin. OMG right?

Very right we are capable of spontaneity that’s what we do.

We see what is happening and adapt and try not to break anything that’s not already broken. Once it is broken we don’t care because we have to move on as people, tomorrow is not going to sort its self out.

I remember a time I didn’t know what Afghanistan was.

Those days are gone now I see and I hear everything we are having a party a very long party. Who is going to clean all of this up? When are the cops going to rock up with torches and cold truths?

This is not that kind of party!

We are lost like Bamby in the headlights and another Bamby at the steering wheel.

Reason being: We are not ready to accept responsibility.

If earth was a family we would be that lucky good looking clever kid who doesn’t appreciate shit. Nobody likes that guy he isn’t using his potential.

He is up to no good.

I trust this time you will pay attention I will wright to you next week hopefully we will have seen improvement.

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I’m about to drop a blog. Watch me. You’ll envy the floating blog buoyant on the interweb. Peeps gonna cop this shit, yea that’s rite, copy-cat-killers acting like they got nine lives.

Hope you got yourself, better watch yourself, and don’t change channels on yourself. Keep a keen eye, peel them good, it’s about vision. Gotta have foresight, see shit before shit happens or you’ll be knee deep in shit. Then all you can do is trudge through it.

Got no choice but to win, that is the only option. Dead or alive, we gotta make it out this hell. It’s hot in the melting pot. Are you high enough to get over it? Or do you hold grudges? You gotta hold the torch when it gets passed, and it will be passed, from the left. Hope you have an iron fist a platinum wrist and a heart of gold worn on your sleeve, but don’t catch feelings. You need to be cold as dry ice to make it out here.

You. Alone. No1 out here gives a real fuck about you. You’re a lone wolf, gotta make the right kills at the right times, to survive. Grow eyes at the back of your head. Improvise, adapt and overcome or be like water. Able to morph into any shape, gather speed and become a force of nature. Changing from gas to liquid then solid, water has memory. Being able to adapt to any environment and still exist.

                                                 

That’s what I do I’m the first of eight and a single child. Have to be a different person but have that same memory. Being like water is easy. We are more than 70% water already. We are on the blue planet. The sky and the ocean, our planets pretty little blue eyes blinking in the sunshine.

Ok I’m done. No more soppy shit. This blog had potential, was about to blow your minds like nuclear waves but it shot a blank. No satisfaction here. Just disappointment. This blog sank to the bottom of the bedrock, no flamboyant floating blogs. Just dropped rocks resting submerged in an over saturated internet. This is no rock however, itza gem.

When Words Escape

I have no idea what to write about. What happened last night, my opinion on this or that?  Talk about the thoughts floating around in my head. No structure. No headline or pay-off line either, just a bunch of unresolved thoughts, feelings and odd actions.

Thinking about oddness, I am such an odd ball. Full of awkward moments, saying the wrong thing at the right time, I’m sure you know what I mean. When words escape you and all that’s there is a stutter and the moment passes. You could have left a strong impression but all that’s left is a weak feeling in your knees. It happens a lot, especially around pretty girls. I just lose my shit. Stuck in my own mind worrying about not fucking it up and I do.

When I don’t care about it, I don’t worry about it and words flow like the currents of the ocean in motion. I wish I could keep my mind at ease and not stress about anything, guess ill have to end this life deal in order to do that though. This ordeal, and I have it easy, compared to some, hard compared to others. That’s why I don’t make comparisons.

I try to still my mind and not think. You might think that’s a stagnant brain wasting away, I think it’s becoming one with everything, peace of mind. A break from the worry of my soul, clear my mind and think of nothing. Probably why I have no idea what to write about.

Cycling in the city of Cape Town.

Me. I’m a cyclist. I have seen every road, street and ally of Cape Town on two wheels.  Off-road, down rocks at speed dodging moms with their kids in parks and skimming side mirrors of angry motorists on the road. Seen it on hot days where most people are half naked and happy. Been in rain and wind on days where there are no people to be seen except in passing cars that are warm and dry.  Seen the city sleep and arise with the sun. Even walked along the tracks and footpaths of its soul. Been in the heart of it. Felt the love. I hear the beat and how it never skips one. The people, populous, populi are what make things popular.

People go through phases, fads come and go, and the cycle of life does full circles. We all have biorhythms, much like the earth. Cape Town is no exception, although it is exceptional. The heart of the planet, the rhythm beats love. Cape Town is no fad, it is eternal, been through infinite cycles. Sun, rain, moon, snow the seashore has moved back and fourth, the populace has changed along with norms and mindsets. The face of time has changed its expressions, I’m its hands tick tocking, doing Cape Towns bidding.

I was born on two wheels, the days that where memorable in my childhood were spent far away somewhere unbeknown to my mom or me.  I used to cycle to school everyday. I was the only one who did. I had to get a special key to lock my bike up in a room no one knew about. I was part of the environment, not watching it through a windscreen.

Those who do watch through a windscreen are generally unsympathetic to cyclists. Iv been hooted at, sworn at, ashed on, death stared, sprayed by the jets that clean windscreens you name it, its probably happened to me, those fat fuckers in cars stomping their carbon footprint all over my planet. 

Watching, seeing, believing the mind numbing ripple effect of a butterfly flap. That’s what its like being in Cape Town right now. Little things that seem like they don’t matter have an enormous effect on your life. Cape Town being such a small place accentuates that fact.

I love it though, there’s nowhere else id rather be in South Africa. I haven’t explored the world yet, I have explored SA and Cape Town has my heart.