Shattered Pieces presents 'Embracing Sin.'
This isn't the typical alpha man saves the lost unhinged female.
No this is about me, the typical busy female nothing special.
Just me.
I do not need saving.
I control every aspect in life, career, body a...
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Soft drops of water fallen from the sky make no sound on the window-shield making the night seem to sad to even cry properly almost if there wasn't enough energy felt. The radio played in blasted the usual for a Friday night.
"I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus."
Art famous playlist of Johnny Cash, every Friday night it religiously played, as James sat at the back with ear plugs blasted and spilling words; "To the window, to the wall, To the sweat drop down my balls, To all these bitches crawl-l!"
Two completely opposite fellow emt buddies but they were my brothers in arm and heart. They grew on me like a unwanted extra skin, five years I have grown to know them more even though I have know Art longer it's feels as I just met him. James I swear I know this man deep down in my bones but it just be his annoying child like behavior. Here we were parked in front of liquor store waiting for next call from 911 dispatcher. We've been parking here for years, the cashier Jesus lets us use his restroom and he carried James favorite chips.
I looked at the mirrors staring at Art face shove into other self-righteousness book of god while depressively listening to born again Christian Cash. The motion of James rocking the ambulances left and right as he pretending to dance fuxk in the air. I jump out needing this break, things just seem to be getting under my skin when I have never really cared. I didn't bother asking if they wanted anything while I was inside because it's same thing for past thousand three days. Art declines the offer while James ask for Voodoo chips and porn mag which I never buy him inside I toss him a yellow crossword puzzle which at first he toss himself around like a toddler who was told no. Now he just holds his pencil in his ear waiting like a desperately puzzle junkie. But today felt completely odd, out of place and I felt ill tempter. I swung the door open as Jesus only moved his the corner of his eyes knowing it was exactly the same time I've walked in the same store we've been parked at for years. He doesn't say hi or hey just silent conversations of just nods of 'what's up.' But this time I walked pass aisle considering to take one those small bottles of whiskey while on the clock. Just as I walked towards them I spotted her, a woman standing in front of brown and white bottles of tequila. Her fingers stretch out touching every single one of them. A sense of familiarity fill my body as time seem to slow down and each step I took away from her as it I wanted to stand next her. A invisible gravitational pull, as her sweet rose fragrance linger all around her. She turn quickly as we came face to face with other but as quickly we shared glances she quickly walked away leaving. Her dark brown eyes show a hint of pain and her being here was show of weakness because carrying a cross is some times too much to bear for one soul. She approached Jesus the over zealous cocky man, he reminded me too much of my zii (uncles) back from home. They used too much cologne and believed they were gods gift to women. Real ladies man killer. Yes, we agree we love women as much as we love to eat but Jesus was no Italian, especially not as charming.
