And the Truth Comes Out (pt. 3)

Just say my name?

Herald Menning. What is this all about?

Yeah, I know her. Is Tuesday in some sort of trouble?

Well she seemed like a pretty straight forward woman.

Oh she did? That is really hard to believe. You sure it was her?

Well some times its hard to who they are on those things.

Oh, well three cameras and a head shot kind of does the trick.

So what do you want from me then, I can’t really tell you much, I haven’t seen her in a few weeks now. She just up and left one day.

No, I have no idea where to even start to looking for her.

You do?

Well she did come over the other day.

No.

Well yeah, I’m just trying to help her alright. Don’t put me in jail please.

I didn’t do anything to harm anybody. I was just trying to help a friend.

Oh Jesus, please don’t.

Can you call my wife and tell her that I won’t be coming home tonight?

I've found it.

It wasn’t the rich dark blue of the ocean that drew me to it. It was something else, something that I’ve known some where in the back of my mind that I just couldn’t wrap my head around, that is until now. Most of my life I was afraid of depths, heights for that matter. As a kid I would hate swimming in any water I couldn’t see the bottom of, even pools that were twelve feet deep, I didn’t really like either. It is something about the vast openness that frightened me. I would hate going off the swim deck of my grandfather’s boat, I only went because I wanted to see the dunes. I took deep breaths and tried to act as if I wasn’t screaming inside, yelling to get the hell out of the water.
     Everything changed though, I found something out that only one hundred other people know, and make that one more, you. The land stretch of land that people of all times have been searching for, Atlantis. It is not called Atlantis, that is a made up name to keep the origin secret. The true name of this place is called….

Steam

Steam,
originally uploaded by Jacob D.

When you go for a walk with a camera you seem to find things that you never really look at before. You see things diffrently than you have before. You are ready for what interesting things the world throws at you.

Pictures freeze a single moment in time; be it friends, buildings, landscapes. Those things are stuck forever, you have it for ever(ish). The strange thing about photos are that no one can ever take the same picture you took, it may look the same, but the memories wont carry through.

I leave you with this one thing: Do something that makes you happy, something that makes you feel like you have done something in a day. It makes you feel better everyday.

And the Truth Comes Out (pt. 2)

When you have a gun in your face you say yes and no when your are supposed to. That is unless you have nothing to lose.

Did I? Yeah. I had a lot to lose. I have a family now.

Well, she got all the information she wanted from me.

I can’t tell you what she asked. For that I have to plead the fifth.

She must have broke in or something, I’m not real sure. But she knew where my office was, because no one else saw her.

What’s that?

No, I was working on some things and didn’t notice her until she was holding the gun to my temple. She wanted to know about things that no one knew about.

No, never saw her before. Hell, hopefully won’t see her again. She said she got all she needed from me. Did you guys?

And the Truth Comes Out (pt. 1)

Spill it. That’s what you want me to do isn’t it? You want me to tell you everything that I know. Well I can’t. I told her I wouldn’t.

What’s that? Who is “her”? No one, well at least to you.

No, I can’t tell you.

Oh yeah, hit me then, I have rights.

Ow! Shit man. You can’t hit me. Fuck you. Alright! Alright! I’ll let you know what I know. Just don’t hit me. Jesus. Her name though I can’t tell you.

Look I just can’t. You want me to tell it or not?

That’s what I thought. It was twenty miles from this very spot that I knew she was going to be trouble. It was a bar called “The Station.” It was this normal bar, I’m sure you of all people have heard of it.

No? Well doesn’t matter if you know the place or not. That doesn’t even matter that much. But this bar was the place that I would go by after work and have a smoke before I went home. I would go there because I my old lady didn’t like me smoking. So I would have a drink and tell her that the guy next to me was smoking.

Yeah.

No. I wouldn’t want to tell her.

Just because, alright man? Can I continue?

Well, I was in there the other day and I was in the middle of my smoke watching the pretty bar tender walk back and forth. Taking order from people and reaching in the well and all that.

Yeah, I’m getting on with it, leave me alone.

So as I was sitting there this girl walks up, ya know the one you guys want to know about, well she comes in and sits next to me. Not like I was going to pick her up or anything, I mean look at me, on top of that I’m a married man. But still, she gave me a smile, she seemed pretty nice at the time.

No, she wasn’t a blonde.

No, I can’t tell you what she looked like. Then you would get that sketch artist guy in here all making her up. I’m sure there is a guy back there now listing to this whole thing, like there is on TV.

Really, there isn’t. Why do I find that hard to believe?

Yeah, I’m getting on with it. So anyway as I was saying, she walked in and grabbed the chair next to me. She didn’t talk to me or nothing but she knew I was sitting there. So I leaned over toward her a bit and said a real friendly hello. She said a nice one right back to me and I said something about the weather. That was it.

No man. I didn’t get her name.

Yeah well, I was lying then.

Can I go now?

And why not, I mean I told you all I know.

Well, I didn’t know she did that. I’ll give you her first name. It’s Tuesday.

A description? Brown hair, short, looked cute, puffy cheeks. That is all I know now alright?

What do you mean?

No.

Shit man. She didn’t say nothing about any of that. She doesn’t even look like the type.

I swear I just talked to her for a few minutes at the bar.

Day 3 -- Wal-Mart

Well, it was my third day at the number one retail store in America. All I really think about while I work is how they got there. They aren’t really that clean, they have pretty piss poor service, and organization in the store is really bad too. It has to just be the “low prices” which they are slowly losing too. They used to be the place to go when you wanted anything cheap. So, will Wal-Mart last? In some states Wal-Mart out employs more people than the government. I think no, they aren’t going anywhere, they just will evolve.

The people know this too, its weird. I don’t think a monkey would have much of a problem to do my job. I’m not even kidding either, I seriously think I could personally train it to do so, though I’m not a monkey trainer. Maybe an orangutan. Either way, the job is a joke. Everyone knows the entire store is a joke, so are the jobs.  

Friends

Jesus Christ, it smells like shit near your bother's door. I'm sure he's heard that enough over the years. For some reason he even switched with his brother, rooms that is.
Andrew is a confusing fellow. I moved in across the street from him and became good friends with him, and then that faded, then became friends with him again, and then again we lost touch, then one last time we became friends, and have been sense. I feel bad for the times I was a real A class ass hole to him, but I can't take any of it back, and I'm sure he knows I feel that way.
I'm not sure but his parents are killing him, or at least socially.