Guyanese Cockroach

Context

• Tuesday Morning Feb 3
• Night before: went out with “lashpots”, a fat guy looking like Aidin, named Damien , He works at the “WindJammer” ” hotel” I’m staying at. He was very nice and friendly throughout the night, but it turns out they are just looking to shave off money for Alcohol.

Alcoholics are the worst breed of cockroach.

They’ll give up anything and everything for a drink and debase themselves to the lowest they’ve ever been, but still not care about it at all, as long as they can drink. They lie and cheat all their lives and dance around Alcohol, all the while each drink further destroys their organs and brain.

They take pride in overdosing and regular drinking, for all the buddies they have left are the same breed. All the other people seem boring and a waste of time. They’ll give up spending time with their family and kids in exchange for drinking alone or with buddies. They’ll take from their own, they’ll sell their own, in exchange for drinking money.

Anyway, I went out with them, they called an indigenous girlfriend of theirs to tag along. She was named whatever, Katherin or Kathlyn, who cares. She had a flat face with an even more flat expression. Her eyes lacked any spark, just pure darkness. The Amazonians have inherited and retained their savagery, they speak ill, make babies impulsively and not care for their parenting, drink and drink and drink, and are two-faced. They have no ethics, they can sell you out while at the same time calling you brother and friend all along.

So lets say I didn’t have the best night. I spent about $60-80 on a bottle of El Dorado Rum, bought shots and beer for the table, and they still had the audacity to ask me to pay their friend for the ride. They were expecting me to go to my room and come out with more money to take them further in their night of drinking, but I gave them the finger and left them hanging when their dead-skinned woman was babbling her mouth about in the car

“I’m telling ya… face has no value” (referring to my beauty as worthless) and continuing with “this man has no soul, I’m telling yooooooouuuu, this man has no soul”

Many a times, the fools will notice the difference in my speech and behavior and quickly think themselves clever to work around it, thinking if I don’t speak like them, then I can’t understand what they’re saying. They take me for the fool, and I play along for a while, studying the nature of devil and her demons.

I follow along with an open heart and a fearless and carefree attitude, I let all their insults add up in my heart, until I finally catch them cornered for their offenses. I let them run around, escalating and amplifying their insults, their lies, until they take off the mask entirely, they stop pretending to like me or respect me, and I finally give them the left hand.

What a shame it is to be amongst rats and cockroaches. Short story short is that I can’t move to Guyana or anywhere with savages roaming about, even though there are plenty of good people here, the cockroach forces me to get my scepter dirty, and I rather not.

Now regarding the dream I had following such night, it was an interesting orgy of some sort.

It was also about a man and his son, his son being a guitarist and them both taking such pride in his mastery, all the while I was an outsider and was considered “unknown guitarist”, I custom tuned the guitar and the father was scared of the tuning, ruling his son not to play along with me, as if he had the ears to listen for something and he was not pleased, but in reality it seemed that both of them were extremely jealous and insecure, because I had slept with 2 hot bitches in that gathering, and I had lost my pants along the way.

Yes, I was playing guitar without my pants on, and still did better than the spoiled kid, soulfully speaking.

Somehow I had some pink-themed pants on, and my pink Patagonia jacket.

I was in a huge building, almost like a shopping mall, I’ve had shopping mall dreams a couple of times, I don’t know if they represent the world bazaar or some sort of busy bustling environment, or simply a bigger audience, but regardless, I used the elevator to travel to different stories of that establishment, visiting a woman from the party for a hook up and going back to the party etc.

I woke up to the sound of roosters at 3:35 or so, as was the usual in that “hotel”. Got forced out of bed due to a full bladder and half a headache in my brain. My eyes were red and I stumbled about.

The sleep quality is significantly reduced or entirely diminished if/when one drinks alcohol in any amount greater than a sip.

I simply dislike everything about it.