Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

12 August 2015

Dinner with the tour guide
Elisie cling to me a frightened smile, and eyes that simultaneously said don’t hurt. And take me. The EMT was running to the Chechnyanian.
“Elisie put my shades on now and watch I said softly, but firmly. She slips them on watches the Chechnyanian. The EMT props him up then puts his hand on the back of his head. There is a blinding flash.
Elisie wasn’t that most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I ask she is removing the gasses. I steer to the car
“What was that? She asks her accented voice a mixture of awe, and fear.
I walk her to my car .I press my finger on lips. “Love I will explain I say placing her in passenger seat. Then as I start the car put the top down, and the ’65 Lincoln Continental eases out of the car park. She is figuring out the satellite radio finds dance music, but she is still anxious.
“Love what you saw was the Chechnyanian’s soul.  Every soul is this beautiful. Your soul is probably even more beautiful. “ I say.
“The EMT take it?” she demands
“That was Lou, Lucifer, Satan, “ I said.
“You are not scared?” she asked incredulously.
“I stole his dog,” I answer laughing.
We pull up to my place.  Recognition flashes across her face. Elisie was here last week. When we met.
Cerberus runs to greet me. Elisie pets and kisses him blissfully unaware, that her new friend is factually the hound from hell.
“Elisie last week when we met somebody picked you up in the morning; Chechnyanians?” I ask. She looks at the ground, and nods yes.
“They’re on heir way, come with me she follows heels clicking. We walk to the pool house.
“You will be safe here, no mater what you hear you don’t come out. I will be back. She points at Cerberus, “No, I need him.” but we will come back for you
The Chechnyanians burst the door as on cue. I assume my true form bursting through my clothes to 9-foot tall 25 stone fangs and all, Cerberus goes from pit bull to 3 heads the Chechnyanians start emptying AK47’s on us. We charge. Cerberus eats one first, but there’s plenty to go around I drain he eats.
We make sure no one survived quickly go inside and morph back to human, and canine. Go to the pool house. I open the door, and Elisie is wielding a floor lamp. I laughingly plead, “Please don’t hurt me.”
Elisie drops lamp   and hugs me.
“They no hurt you,” she asks inspecting me, then looking over Cerberus.
“They no hurt anyone again.” I answer. I am think there’s bling, guns and, 2 Humvees to sell tomorrow.
“”I can cook she, you hungry?” Elisie announces. I beg off saying I have eaten earlier, but tell her to go in the kitchen and prepare whatever she would like. I am happy I remembered to stock kitchen, with human food.








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