Wednesday, April 15, 2009

How to Win Employee of the Month Every Month

El cielo estaba oscuro y pesaba la atmosfera. Llovía, and the man looked up, feeling sad as he saw el cielo, triste y hambriente con recuerdos de vidas pasadas, las vidas que persigen a uno con pesos y sufrimientos, como castigos por haberlas abandonadas. Una niña que antes era feliz, ahora esta jukía a drogas y es controlada por una mierda de hombre que la usa porque ella le consgiue chavos para su vicío, y ella no quiere estar sola. What the fuck, thought the man. He had to work; he had to get to the other side of town on his bike. The bike, a small thing, was triste como el cielo, como la lluvia que caía on him. He got on his bike and pedalled; he pedalled harder and harder to get to where he needed to be as soon as possible: a la obligacíon donde híba en la lluvia and he got wet and his clothes tragaban mas y mas lluvia, and he weighed more, como el cielo. He came up to oncoming cars and they weren't stopping; they didn't see him; they didn’t care; and the man pedalled harder and the bikechain of the sad thing he had bought off a crackhead on Main St. for twenty dollars close to sunrise (the crackhead, hungry for his fix wanted thirty dollars but accepted twenty and went on his way) broke and the man could not break, and he screamed at the cars, "I have no breaks! I have no breaks!" swerving himself into a close-by parking lot. And in the parking, solitario, mojado por la lluvía todavía cayendo, en torrientes ahora, como si decir que ya que estas en el piso te vamos a dar mas duro, vamos a escupirte la cara, vamos a mearte encima pa que sepas que es desgracía, que es pena, que es sufrimiento, he rode the bike in circles for five-minutes as it slowed down enough so that he could get off and flip it over, en la lluvia, and fix it, en la lluvia, to get on his way to work, still en la lluvia, and start the routine, el aburriento, las mierdas de todos los días, las cosas que uno aguanta para decir que es feliz, como si nadie te pudiera dar algo que te podriera bastar el hambre que tienes, again. No puedes dormir. No puedes comer.


Sam Pink interviewed the Riverbed on HTMLGiant. Check that out HERE.

***UPDATE***

Afternoon Drinking is Okay, the Andy Riverbed ebook has been published at EveryDayYeah. Check that out HERE.

***UPDATE NUMERO DOS***

Afternoon Drinking is Okay, was linked at the Jargon blog and haters are hating. Check that out HERE.

***UPDATE NUMERO TRES***

Damaged on sale in Puerto Rico
Damaged on sale in PR

Pictures of Juni's PIRATESCO event are available to check out HERE. Also pictures of dirty spic punk rockers having fun.

***UPDATE NUMERO CUATRO***

More PIRATESCO pics HERE. And more HERE.

2 comments:

Ranch said...

DOUGHNUTS ON YOUR LAWN!

Matt DiGangi said...

Sam Pink is a good writer, I read one of his stories once and enjoyed it. He's huge in Boston. About as big as Riverbed is in Florida. Love this bilingual piece. Love "afternoon drinking."

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