There we were just kicking around the tattered bench nearest to the parking lot, not doing anything to bother the occasional dog walker or bewildered homeless man -- We were even keeping it quiet after that little incident last week. Our favorite park, the one just off the highway, not much there. A little covered sitting area, where old men came to socialize during the day, a play area for the kids, with a brand new swing set and the slide housing a million gang slogans. A small football field that I had honestly never seen anyone kick a checker around in, and a small wooded area, looking kind of bleak in the late fall, after having given birth to it's annual sea of yellow and red.

"It's bloody fucking cold out here, man" proclaimed Buddha, breaking his usual meditative pose, and grabbing another cold one from the cooler.

"Suck her down, brother" I replied after a few moments silence "the beer keeps you warm, and cozy".

JC sitting on the other end of the bench, not saying anything as usual as he played with the remains of his last cigarette. Taking another short swig, I let my head roll back and my neck rest on the back of the bench. Noticing that the stars were nice and visible and this clear November night, eyes, as usual, drawn to Orion's glowing belt.

"Fuck!" said I, sliding my head back and forth as if to crack it into place before closing my eyes for a brief moment.

"Fuck whut!?" answered one of them in a mocking tone, not caring enough to decipher which of them spoke I replied with "In General", preventing myself to the cliched "Your mother"

"I liked it more when the world was flat. The poor were poorer, the rich richer, and the ships something to behold. I remember just pacing around the ports all day watching the merchant ships come and go, selling off live stock and grains in exchange for spices and gold. It was a madhouse, they had been at sea for days if not weeks to arrive here, and the second they did they treated it as if they didn't want to be there, acted as if they had come all that way just to get a shot and the arm and to be sent home again. Could never fathom doing it myself, but received this inexplicable joy out of watching others do it. The man was always a bitch though, maybe even worse than they are now. Given the whole ability kill you on the spot, just because they felt like it"

"JC...The hell are you on about this time?" whined Buddha, coming back to reality as if just to give a friend a hard time.

"Damned if I know, brother" he replied, suddenly making this feeble attempt to roll a joint on the arm rest.

A short silence ensued, though it felt otherwise, I slipped back into a state of thought. The ways of the world, the problems of the people, and the rights of the oppressed were of a complete non-concern. No, merely how the hell someone had figured that eight little glowing balls in the night sky could represent a man in battle. Honestly how? I mean, I can see the belt, and maybe even the shield -- but the loin? The body? No way, that wasn't a person. It was eight little glowing balls floating carelessly in space, distances incomprehensible to man away, and nothing more. My favorite eight little glowing balls, regardless.

"Smash" went the bottle of Buddha's last drink as it made contact with the cold cracked cement of the parking lot. Following, almost as if composed by some invisible forces, by the irritating vroom of some fools illegally modified Honda speeding down the highway, and then by the striking of Mr. Bunsen's, JC's beloved and well named lighter, worn flint.

An odd, Earthy, smell ensued right after. A familiar, but not greatly enjoyed one. Glancing over in his direction, only too see him pass the inflamed white stick hand-over-shoulder to Buddha. Back to Orion I had gone.

Many moments of this had passed, again seeming hours, until interrupted by that familiar Earthy scent once again. Re-opening my eyes, I see the inflamed white stick almost levitating in the hand of Buddha over my shoulder.

"You know I don't smoke that shit anymore, it accomplishes nothing"

"What? And that empty bottle in your hand ever has?"

"The best men were all but drunks, a fact that has rung though out history"

"Whatever, man. JC, look alive!" he shouted passing the inflamed stick in his direction instead.

"And I remember the women, they where plentiful. Everywhere, and half the time free of charge. Nights at the Inn ended up as romp of six or seven in the forest. Love was a commodity, though I've never truly felt it. The food was great, animals in their whole taken the thrown over a fire and shared between just a few men, what was almost enough to feed a small village for the night was consumed by no more than three of four of us without issue. Ravaged the damn things we did. Glutton was a sin they said, well, this ain't nor heaven, but no hell either. I don't see glowing red scepters, but also no free women, and no forests to romp in. The days of glory and faith where but a fake, and we remain just as bad. Only difference being it takes no special man to spend a night in the sky. Either alone of with kin." ranted JC in his typical lost tone of voice.

Buddha and I had always wondered about JC. Never really knowing where he came from, or how long he had been around, a good friend regardless. He never seemed all that with it, just looking at him you could tell he was and had always been a dope fiend. He made little sense, but we couldn't help but keep him around. We did know, though, that he had been living in a personal storage unit for years, and still was today. Having been there once or twice we knew it was full of books (probably all stolen from various public libraries over the years), nothing but books and his cheap sleeping bag, which he slept in all day, pretty much everyday. The owners we well aware of his dwelling, and were willing to turn a blind eye to it for an additional $25 a month, but even at that we hadn't a clue how he managed a monthly income of $75 -- Let alone what he choked up for smokes, and food, presuming he actually ate. The owners were kind enough to give him a key to the employee washroom, so he didn't end up in total squalor. Neither of us had really talked much about it to each other, nor did we think much of it -- At least not the personal storage bit.

My hand hovered over towards the cooler, as I myself was getting a little chilly. I flipped the battered top open and reached in blindly, grabbing the first cold hard object I came into contact with. I removed my hand, letting the top close itself. "Pssft!" the bottle cried as I stripped it of its crown. Holding it's barren skull to my mouth a drank for a few seconds, swallowed hard, and resumed my thinking position.

"Hey JC! got another smoke?" I inquired.

"I may brother, I may.", he shuffled though his pockets in search of his cigarette case "Ah, here we are bother, I entrust you with one of the final three, the one of your choosing if the one you shall have." Sighing, he continued "I do also remember when the tobacco was not an object of rarity, nor one of expense. It used to be something well held, and in excess, it was of little value, and of equal joy to which it is today. We would all be willing to share some of our own with any that asked, much unlike today. Also, we did not treat what we enjoyed as a demon, or other such beast, that that brought one joy was something to be glorified and loved -- The days of sanity and thought have lead unto days of madness and confusion!"

"Thanks JC, but you're really one to be talking about nutters. I mean, for the love of God man, do you even know how to answer something in one sentence?"

"Do not use my fathers name in such a manner, thank you."

"See that, that was a quasi-sane answer, good work." I uttered sarcastically, expecting some sort of retaliation as I reached into my pockets for that lighter I 'borrowed' from the Loonie Store.

To my surprise, he did nothing more than nod his head lightly, and resume his previous facial expression, best known to us as 'the lost puppy'. The flint cracked four times before a flame appeared, thinking to myself "It's a damn good thing I didn't actually pay for this piece", I lit up. Letting out a light cough, after having inhaled just a little to quickly, I resumed my thought position.

Yet another silence ensued, and this time it was a lengthy one. Not focusing my mind on anything in particular, my mind ended at a blank, empty thought interrupted momentarily by someone reaching slyly into the cooler, and rattling the few remaining bottles. As expected another "Pssft!" was let out by another destroyed king, and his crown thrown onto the parking lot cement. Buddha had this weird habit of throwing just about everything, it wasn't particularly noticeable, but he did. I glanced over towards JC for a few moments, tiring a little of my empty head. Suddenly he came to, as if he had come to some revelation, or, well, just had something to say. I waited for the mile long string of obsolete words to flow, but none did. He soon after resumed his lost puppy look, slightly disappointed I followed his lead.

Quickly tiring once again of my empty head, I proclaimed "For the love of God, someone say something!"

JC sharply replied "I told you do not use his name as so, brother!"

"Alright, Jeez" I answered instinctively, and without thought.

JC stared at me sharply for a moment, I figured a kidney punch was headed my way for that one. Alas, once again I was spared the expected, and he eased off his glare.

"It's almost four, guys" stated Buddha, in an obvious attempt at for filling my request.

"That's it? Hell, dawn's not for another two hours, and we have half that time left."

"That we do, my brothers, but why should we leave with such haste? Are we to have a reaction to the rising sun...

-Long ass lists -- Brace yourself!
-Spinning, glowing, blue shit -- Improve that airflow!
-X -- Hours, days, weeks, and probable months wasted on the pursuit of profitsss.
-Large numbers -- Something to do with penis size, I'm sure.
-Cars that don't suck -- And people that don't waste their money making theirs sound like my first few attempts at bestiality.
-No children -- Fucking Utopias and their goddamn flaws.
-Capitalists -- And the joyful slaughter thereof.
-The Sisters of Mercy -- Making me a full fledged member of Goth-Unit, right?
-Not falling -- Shit's good when I'm not suspended in the air.
-Gravity -- Ain't eva' let me down.
-The Man -- Someone's gotta make everything work.
-Aldous Huxley -- Needs no fucking explanation.
-Kopparberg -- Yum yum.
-Crab -- King of food.
-Equality -- As we are all but the same.
-Cheap gas -- 'specially when my beloved Kubsie buys it for me.
-Lying -- As with the previous point.
-Honesty -- As with the previous point.
-Rap Musics -- Y'all, 'sup?
-Daft Punk -- Yea, they coo', I guess
-Turfdancing -- That's a bit of a lie, I'm not all the clear as to what the hell that is. Damn good song.
-Attention -- C'mon, you'd have never guessed.
-Buildings -- Proof that man is greater than the animal.
-Big fucking building -- Further proof of previous point.
-Glass towers -- I think you get where I'm going with this.
-You -- Back the the point about lying.
-Me -- Back to the point about honesty.
-Bzns -- Hell yeah.
-Lace -- y helo thar pretty ladie.
-How friendly I am -- Hi. Sup.
-Mesh -- y helo that pretty ladie.
-Bodies of text -- Yup.
-Bodies of water -- 'specially those with sharks in it.
-Bauhaus -- Not the school.
-Bauhaus -- The school.
-The fact that Ekaterina actually read this far -- Hi!
-Animated GIF's -- Again with the whole lying bit.
-Money -- And the pursuit thereof.
-Being lazy -- I love contradictions.
-Nicotine -- Bitch.
-The Nexopia Admin Team -- You guys are doing a bang up job! (please don't blacklist me, thanks)
-Copper wire -- Oh what the world would be without you.
-Magnetic Storage -- Oh what the wouldn't wouldn't be without you.
-Cathode Ray Tubes -- Fuck this liquid crystal bullshit.
-Oral decay -- Betcha'd never have guessed.
-My perfect teeth -- They always where better than yours.
-Cola -- Subtract the Pepsi, add the life blood.
-Death, Doom, and Destruction -- Rah Rah Rah!
-Electricity -- Curious thing that.
-The fact that I don't exist -- And that by not doing so I do.
-My massive group of friends -- Haw.
-Sex -- In metered doses.
-The pursuit of happiness -- Oh, wait.
-CyberNations -- HappyJewishNaziLand, bring the mother fucking pain.
-The smell of night -- Seriously.
-BC's water -- Best water in the universe award, goes too...
-Germany as a whole -- Yup.
-Trolling your forum -- Sucka, you gunna take it?
-My post count -- A product of the previous statement.
-My e-penis -- A product of the previous statement.
-Coding -- Despite my lacking skills in the said field.
-CLI's -- Real men don't need GUI's.
-A Flock of Seagulls -- Hell yeah.
-My ability to makeshift just about anything -- I'll give myself that much credit.
-Point form lists -- As this one.
-Organization -- I'm sucha hypocritical piece of shit.
-My long legs -- Another one of those lying things I was on about a while ago.
-Computer Hardware -- Betcha'd have never guessed.
-Driving real slow like -- It lots o' funs.
-Doing 27 in park zones -- Tailgating me was a lot of fun wasn't it.
-My lacking social skills -- Awe yeah.
-Brave New World -- Not a better block of text has ever come to be.
-My former MP3 collection -- But now it's just sad.
-My hat -- It really doesn't matter if it's too small.
-My big head -- If it where smaller my hat would fit.
-Listing things I dislike -- Because I'm better at it.
-Hardwood floors -- That I do like.
-Apartments, and small condos -- I don't understand why anyone would want to own a house.
-Functional public transit systems -- There is no excuse for running and metropolitan city and forcing it residents to actually drive. You shouldn't be allowed to drive in such cities, period.
-Coming onto men -- Want a reaction? You just got one.
-Slacking off -- But then I get pissed off at myself for doing so.
-Server rooms - RawR.
-The sound of typing -- Communication^2.
-Goldfish -- The tasty snack, that smiles back, until I eat a bag full.
-How few people will read this far -- IT's great, you're all lackies.
-Categorization of peoples -- For the retards out there, that mean 'LABELS'.
-Wells of information -- I'm not going to say knowledge is power, nope-nope!
-Power -- That's a damn lie, too. I'm a horrible leader.
-Philosophy -- I'd just you know, never waste my time getting into something so useless.
-How I have to watch what I type -- For fear of the ban hammur.
-OpenOffice -- Great application, good work Sun.
-The official computer forums -- I've never seen such a group of Tard+ certified losers working together. Brings a tear to my eye.
-My non-shitty friends -- Awe, happy moment!
-Intolerance -- Hell yeah, what fun would the world be without it?
-Camwhores -- woot woot.
-Money -- I said that already, needs more emphasis.
-Tobacco -- Just to spite the health-tards.
-Exploiting the medical system -- Not that I'd ever do such a thing.
-Thought -- Now that's a rarity.
-All the morons that quote my sayings -- Then tell me about how awesome I am. I'm nothing without the fans!
-Being distasteful -- Another positive attribute.
-Long hours at the PC -- What better way to spend a life?
-Long hours at the PC playing mindless games -- Even better than the previous statement.
-The fact that I'm not making a list of bands I like -- Because no one gives a fucking damn.
-My open mind -- And my painful arrogance.
-Out smarting middle-aged Telus folk -- What a sad life I live.
-Wasting my parents money -- They shouldn't have offered to pay for my 'education'.
-Being a spoiled white suburban kids -- Where da bling at.
-Poppin' pimples -- Seriously, needs to be a sport.
-Sports -- If they implied popping pimples.
-How sweaty cock -- Goddamn I love chicken.
-Aspell -- What would my posts be without it?
-Stabbing Westward -- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Sleeping -- 16 hours runs are awesome.
-Not Sleeping -- 48 hour runs are awesome.
-Bottle water -- Yumm yumm.
-HTML -- Wooooo!
-White text black backround -- It's the way to go.
-Angst -- It brings me such joy, and warm loving bosom love. Mmmm bosom.
-You -- You're my faovrite, marry me.
-My chair -- Ladies, Gents, this, this is the science of an ass groove.
-Winamp's default theme -- There is no better.
-When people talk to me -- That warm bosom feeling comes over me.
-Kuba -- He's a cutie.
-Being better than you -- Wargod still cocky

-Pain and suffering -- Death to all those who oppse me n' shit.
-Your face -- It's ugly.
-Those are different than I -- No one likes a freak.
-Animated GIF's -- Fucking useless.
-Quebec' -- Just fucking split off already.
-Nerds -- Fucking nerds.
-Being broke -- Yeah, I'm lazy, fuck the power.
-Being lazy -- Yeah, fuck the power.
-P-laks -- No one likes a P-lak...'cept maybe me. <3.
-My total inablity to make stupid noises -- Why for you so hard?
-Your Chemical Romance -- My blistering ears.
-Not working -- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Golf shirts -- I'll Lac you oste, faggot.
-E-Friend deprivation -- It sucks.
-Anything less than 45WPM -- Because I'm in a big fucking rush.
-Racism -- ....Yeah.
-Dogs -- You smell bad, you're fucking retarded, you make noise, and you slobber on shit. Fucking kiss a bumper, the lot of you.
-130.6 -- Yeah that's right Mr. sign, FUCK you, vultures.
-Environmental abuse -- Because no mother planet deserves to be harvested for the sake of one spieces! (I'm not so sure what I was trying to say here, but burn the rainforests)
-Outted headlights -- FIX YOUR FUCKING HEADLIGHTS. SHIT. IT'S $4 AT CANADIAN TIRE AND 20 MINUTES OF YOUR FUCKING TIME. JESUS MOTHER OF FUCK I'M SURE YOU CAN FIT IT IN.
-Old body Caravans -- Do they even HAVE headlights? Seriously, I've never seen them on, ever.
-Toyota Yaris -- The front end looks like a fucking beached whale. It's atrocious.
-Anime -- Hey, if you want sex, don't draw it. Come over. Thanks.
-Cold Steering Wheels -- What lord have I done to deserve such punishment!?
-Animal abuse -- Because they somehow have thoughts and feelings too and they don't like being eatten by superior beings, because, of course, they're capable of such thought!
-Gas prices -- That's a lie, too, shut-up and stop complaing. Also, sell your Tahoe.
-punx pplz -- Y'all need to die now, ya' hear?
-Anyone who has every screamed "ANARCHY" -- You're retarded, and also need to die.
-Anyone who disagrees with me -- Because you're wrong.
-BEING ALONE -- THE PAIN!!!
-Babies -- Designed to punt.
-The fact that I really am a dick -- I had this coming.
-Children -- Goddamn.
-Nexopia -- Yup, needs it place in the stars.
-Big things on four wheels -- Ughghg.
-Got Headlights -- Fucking use them.
-Got turn signals -- Fucking use them.
-Got horn -- Lay off bitch, the more you bitch, the slower I move.
-Gasoline -- That's a lie.
-Canada -- I'm sure I've said it before, but by jove, I'll say it again.
-The Sun -- Jesus fucking Christ.
-Peppers -- Fucking yuck. How can anyone eat those things, let alone be in the same room as them. Or look at them.
-Blue spinny shit -- It's everywhere!
-AMD -- No, just no.
-Laptops -- Namely when they sit on my lap, and make me feel as if I've been pissing myself.
-Samsung -- Fucking crash on me will ya'!?
-When I can't cheat the system -- Goddamn I love cheatting them systems. Makes me feel like a man, damnit. A man.
-ASUS main-boards -- That's two in a row I've had go ka-shit on me.
-The availability of emoitcons -- Far too many.
-Nights like tonight -- Bo-ring.
-Vancouver -- What a shitty shit hole.
-Bulldozers -- Fucking bulldozers never done anyone no good.
-Sleeping in way to late -- What a perfect way to blow a day, and not sleep again!
-Hair -- Shit strands.
-When I'm all outta compressed air -- Is there anything it ins't good for?
-Dirty glasses -- They should all be grase reistant.
-Cheap telephones -- Good fer nuttin'.
-Primus telephone service -- Because I like to bitch about things I get for free.
-IEEE802.11a/b -- Outdated standards suck, stop using them.
-When shirts fade out and shrink -- It's like having $9 vanish before my eyes!
-When my lips go ghey -- Ghey lips suck.
-When I don't polish my shoes and they start looking like shit -- Because they look like shit, and leather should never look like shit.
-Fake leather -- Burn in hell.
-Not knowing what to do with papers -- Fucking, they're everywhere.
-My shitter -- Fix yourself.
-My messenger contact list -- How if it possible that out of over 150 contacts I know like 20?
-Goldfish -- Must stop eatting.
-Cell phones -- Goddamn. Turn it off. Put it down. You can live 20 minutes without a fucking text message (I'm pretty sure I'm a hypocrite).
-Starbucks -- I'll show you coffee, bitch.
-Snowboarding -- Yeah, no, bye.
-When people drive with cell phones attached to their skulls -- Fuck off, put it down, and fucking drive shithead. Or better yet, wrap yourself around a pole.
-The fact that I can't even afford outdated used and/or refurbed Cisco gear -- Fuck yeaaaaa'. Edit, thank god for packet tracer 4.1 (yeah, bitches, you envy me)
-My mad driving skills -- $20 says a Jeep kills me. Or a pole.
-Snow -- I've probably already said this, but hell.
-Vancouver snow -- It's like snow. Just. A billion times worse.
-Snow in March -- Global warming my ass. Shut up Greenpeace.
-When sitting around filling in web-forms is the best thing I can think of doing on a Saturday night -- Perhaps, I just need a life or something like that.
-Textbooks -- That's actually a lie. But I do lots of that, right?
-Tofu -- A crime against humanity.
-Phlegm -- Get the fuck out of my throat, and stay the fuck out, thanks.
-Milk -- Uh, no thanks.
-The fact that no one loves me -- Boo fuckin' hoo.
-When her shirt stays on -- It leaves me feeling empty and alone.
-The fact that I'm actually having trouble listing shit I don't like -- Seriously, how fucking sad is this. I hate everything. Wai2gome, you're a roll this year.
-Cure Fans -- Goddamn pieces of faggot shit.
-Low refresh rates -- I'll never look at a European television again, wow. My head hurts.
-Low refresh rates at high resolutions -- Dear fucking lord, my head, it expoloded.
-Confined spaces + Family -- Do realy need to add a whole lot more to this point.
-The R-word -- Say it. I dare you. Mr. Stabby.
-Frames -- No, just, no.
-Modern day mainstream music -- Save the Gorillaz (and OutKast, and Dido, and maybe K-os) it's all shit.
-Jeans -- Synthetics > yuo.
-ICBC -- Hey, thanks guys. Good to know you've got my back. Scumbags.
-The fact that Yumi has a cell phone -- Because now you bitch about it costing too much, whine whine whine, jeeze.
Itchy balls -- Which I'm cool with, but not in public.
-The difficulty involved in shaving balls -- Holy hell.
-PETA -- Burn.
-Giving away free rides -- You're going to pay for that, right? Yeah, that's what I thought cheapskate.
-Greenpeace -- The Oilfeilds.
-David Suzuki -- NOW.
-Plastic shoes -- Hey, if you're going to emply child labour, at LEAST give me something with a dead animal in it.
-Cheap Jackets -- It's an art. You're not an artist. Just listen to what I say and you'll look alright.
-Greasy foods -- But deep down inside I love oyou all.
-Waffles -- More like Pukelss.
-ELF -- Fucking terrorist wannabes.
-ALF -- Same shit, different acronym.
-Terrorists -- Fucking communists.
-Communistists -- Fucking Soviets.
-Soviets -- Fucking...Well, I'm not so sure.
-My tiny-assed post-count -- It sucks.
-Ms. Lau -- Yeah, no, piss off. It's free work. I'm not your fucking servant.
-Cd-r tarrifs -- fuk da riaaz!!!1!
-LA -- What a goddamn shithole. I could never set foot there again and die happy.
-Uncooked fish -- How the hell can you people eat that crap? It's horrible.
-Empty snuff boxes -- They're like...depressing.
-My hair -- Cut cut go away, come again some other day.
-Sitting around all day -- ughghghg.
-Low rydaz -- Jesus fucking Christ, why?
-The fact that I don't swear enough -- I'm pretty fucking sure I've said this already.
-The fact that my glass of water isn't endless -- And that I have to piss it right out.
-Swimming -- Not that that stops me.
-Getting stabbed in the arm -- But it's really not all that bad.
-HIM -- Yeah, no, go away, never come back, thnx.
-Alt-Key'd screennames -- "Hi, I'm 12, nice to meet you."
-The fact that I lost my touch -- This whole trying to get women to like the thing is for the fucking birds.
-Banner ad's -- Blink for me, will ya'? Assholes.
-Cisco -- Dear god help me, why don't I read an MS textbook, while I'm at it.
-Sweaters -- Fucking no.
-My mad Photoshop skills -- Goddamn making stuff look like stuff is hard.
-The Canadian Red Cross -- I'll show you good cause.
-Sideburns -- Fucking crime against humanity, ban.
-Being stuck in a time warp -- Seriously, it sucks.
-Semi-Colons -- For any reason other than programming, they're useless and I hate them.
-Crying myself to sleep -- Not that I know what that's like.
-My life -- Being a rich white kid is horrible, and you'll never understand.
-The grit that gets in my chair wheels -- I should NEVER have to clean that out. Because I say so.