Just Saying…
Kobe Bryant is a rapist.
Not stating fact.
Just saying that I think the dude’s a rapist.
I don’t have any facts.
I just got a feeling that the dude hates women, and likes raping them.
An opinion,
Only an opinion,
I’m just saying…
I told a friend of mine recently that I thought he was a punk-ass paynas-eater. Called him an asshole. My girlfriend got on my case. She said that I was nice, and what I’d done wasn’t a nice thing to do. But every once in awhile it kills me deeply to be nice. I hate my family, but I’m nice to them. I hate saying hello in the morning. I’m not a morning person. I rather I didn’t have to say anything to anyone before ten o’clock. After ten I’m cool. But before ten, I would rather be evil. But I’m not. I say hello, and I grumble, and I wave. I run into the regulars on the train and I say my greetings. I talk to the janitors, and the window washers, and the trash men. And I hate it. But I do it even though it does nothing for me.
People ask nice people for things they wouldn’t ask an evil person for. People ask me to look at their cars, and to watch their kids, and to pick up crap for them. Just a lot of bullshit. But I do it, because I’m nice. And I feel guilty when I turn them down. And I hate feeling guilty. Sometimes I wish I could just go away. I haven’t been to Vegas in over three years. Good people don’t get breaks. Good people gotta take’em. It’s just the way of the world. My mother hasn’t had a break in over a year from taking care of her mother. She has four sisters, and none of them will step up. It’s bullshit. She’ll only find freedom when her mother dies.
I’ve been playing the lottery over the past couple of weeks. Because without money, you’re never truly free, at least not in this world. I’m thinking of starting back with gambling. People gamble because there’s immediate hope in the insurmountable odds. What are the odds that Kobe will be locked up for rape. Just wondering. I just happen to find my hope in justice. I don’t believe that all people who do bad things should be punished. But most of them should. Liars, cheaters, thieves, politicians, the majority of them should be locked up, doing some form of time. Or maybe. I don’t know. There are people who just don’t seem right, who don’t feel right. These people should eventually show themselves in overall concreteness, do some form of thing to reveal their evil nature.
Kobe was trying to do right by the universe. He raped so that we could all breathe easier. Tip the balance, balance the score, or whatever. His guilt, his false image, forced him to rape that unstable woman and reveal the evil within him we all knew existed. Now for the first time, Kobe finds himself closer to freedom, closer than any of us will ever be. What would it be like, feel like, when you found that you had crossed a line and survived, and learned that through revelations and tribulations, and other such things, that you had been outed, and you no longer had to hide who you were, what you were really about?
I don’t have any of the facts.
But let’s just say…
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