• 6Jul 07

  A Hard Knock Life

  I exist only to be abused. Everyday I am pushed, slapped kicked and thrown around. There seems to be no end to this mayhem. I hate being smaller than everyone else. I never did anything to them. Why do they always do this to me? Why me? What did I do to deserve this fate? It all started when I met this man. He was about 5'7, slender, black hair, light-skinned, well mannered and outspoken. He picked me up one day and brought me to his house. Before that I got moved around a lot. I never stayed in one place for more than a month. So I guess you can say I was homeless. Since this guy actually spent money on me, I liked him...At first. I should have seen this coming. Because that first night I spend at his house, I didn't really get a warm welcome. I was kicked up against a wall several times. I didn't like that too much. I was shocked at first because I though he was a nice guy. But from the time he picked me up to the time we arrived at his house, he seemed to have changed. Or maybe he didn't change. Maybe I just saw what I wanted to see. People are not always who they appear to be. I guess I can say I know from experience.

  After the first night at his house he kind of left me alone for a while. It's almost like he forgot about me, like I didn't exists or something. He would walk right pass me and not even look at me. I was thrilled that he wasn't kicking me around anymore but then things got too mellow. There was this huge space between us. I think a month had passed by without any interact at all. I seriously thought he forgot about me. I was a little disappointed, I expected more. I shouldn't have set my expectation so high I guess. I mean, I did come from nothing at all. It's like that saying "beggars can't be choosers". Then one day, he took me to work with him. I felt a sign of relief, at last, he has noticed me and we seem to be back on good terms.

  When we got there he introduced me to his co-workers. They seemed like a pretty lively cast. They were always smiling and laughing. I have heard some amazing conversations since I have been here. There is never a dull day at this place. I felt special because I got my own designated spot in the room. It was my new home, and I absolutely loved it. That is until everyone went on break. They took be me outside and started kicking me around in the parking lot. Not this again! I thought to myself. But what could I have done. There was six of them and one of me. I was defenseless and over powered. I was bullied for about twenty minutes at a time, three times a day. Everyday it's the same thing. This one guy likes knocking me into trees. What a jerk! They are all jerks. How did I end up like this? Is this may fate, to be kicked around everyday by a bunch of goody two-shoes.

  Then one day I was kicked so hard I ended up on the roof. At last, a relief. I was out of the kicking range of my attackers. They could not get to me at all. I was too high for them to reach. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. How long have I been up here? I am away from a society of bullies, but exposed to the elements. I have been rained on several times. But I guess that's better than getting kicked around all day. Is this the end for me? Am I to spend the rest of my days, corroding away on this roof top. But wait, what's that? No!!! Those bullies have found a way to get to me! At now I am back at there leisure. I guess I only exist to be kicked around. A lifetime of abuse and servitude foreshadows me. And there I nothing I can do about it. After all I am just a Hacky Sack...

  • Posted Jul 6, 2007 7:12 am GMT
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• 17Jun 07

  My Artwork

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  • Posted Jun 17, 2007 10:00 pm GMT
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