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�Matter� by Josh Joplin Group
And so life continues
As matter does not disappear and
You are not the issue
In this the universal sphere so
Turn off the light
Let night embrace and take you in
Sleep with its wisdom and
Dreams are not lost
They merely fall beneath the ashes
Or what is left to the soul
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Old Mama Thug (OMT) is staying with us this summer. Haha. It�s not the most glamorous or even the least bit cute of a nickname, but I love calling her that (it�s what we all call her at school). I don�t know how she got that nickname. I guess it�s because she�s so darn abusive and loves to punch people when she�s playing around, and it hurts like hell when she does. You really don�t want to mess with this girl.
Next to Michelle, she�s the one individual who�s known my family longer and better than anyone else. Weird to think these two have grown up with us and know just how strange my family is. No doubt about it. You can ask either one of them and they�d tell you, �Yup. Their family is weird. Really weird.� But I�d like to think it�s in a good way.
Anyway, last night OMT, my sister, and I stayed up late chit chatting. I told them about the incident that occurred with my brother this past Thursday when he lost his wallet and went ballistic trying to find it. He searched our place from top to bottom, looking through every pants pocket, poking the fireplace, placing his hands underneath the seat cushions (goodness knows what�s down there), and even digging through the trash. He even went through our parking lot and drove back to the Subway he bought lunch at earlier that afternoon. It was the last time he remembered having his wallet on him.
No luck finding it. My favorite cousins were over that evening and we all witnessed my brother�s rage as he desperately searched for his wallet. For two hours, he cursed, shouted, and ran around the apartment looking for the darn thing like a mad man. See, his vacation to the beach was coming up and he charged the hotel rental on his credit card. All of his spending money was kept there. His whole life was pretty much in that wallet. Finally, he grabbed the phone, sat down in the kitchen, and was getting ready to call and cancel all of his credit card accounts when . . .
Before my brother dialed the card company, my cousins and I stood around trying to help my brother �walk� through his day, hoping he�d remember where he placed it. The older of the cousins (Big J) got a little concerned about his own wallet and checked his front pocket to make sure it was there. It was, but when he opened it up, he saw a profile of my brother�s big head staring right back at him.
Oh shoot, I heard my cousin whisper under his breath.
I looked over and saw my brother�s driver license in his hands. And I just laughed my arse off. I couldn�t stop laughing.
My brother looked over and as soon as he realized it was his wallet, he put both hands over his mouth to keep himself from screaming. He just stood there and didn�t say a word. And then after a long moment of silence (other than me laughing hysterically), he quietly said, �I�m not gonna say anything. Man, I�m about to cry right now� and then muffled his mouth again.
Big J felt soooo bad. And here my younger cousin (Little J) and I were laughing because it�s just so typical of Big J.
I couldn�t get over it. Here my brother was going nuts for 2 hours and driving all over the D.C. metro area to find his wallet, and all this time, it was sitting right there in my cousin�s front pocket. And what�s even funnier is that Big J had TWO wallets on him the whole time and didn�t even realize it. He had his own wallet in his back pocket, which looked exactly like my brother�s wallet. Then Little J pulled out his wallet and all three looked exactly alike! What�s up with the generic black leather wallet anyway?? Big J accidentally pocketed my brother�s wallet thinking it was his.
And to think these are the loyal men in my life. Haha. I had such a good laugh that night though. Eventually, we all did�even my brother.
OMT and my sister got a kick out of the story as well. We talked about other things, and before we realized it, it was 2am. Unlike moi, they had to get to work early in the morning. So we all headed off to bed, but OMT and I stayed up even longer in my room listening to some of my CDs. I think she finally fell asleep around 3am. I stayed up a little longer reading Wayfarer (a collection of modern short stories written by Korean women).
In the morning, OMT�s alarm went off at 7:15, and I saw her press the snooze button and go back to bed. At 8:14am, I noticed the clock and told her she had to get up. She stirred a little bit and that was that. I went back to bed. I woke up at 9:40am and there she was still lying there on the futon mattress. �Old Mama Thug! It�s 9:40! You�re late for work!� (My friends call me the human alarm clock. Actually, I think their exact words are �That annoying human alarm clock who won�t let us sleep in! Someone knock her out.)
Well OMT moved around a little bit, and then what I said finally registered through her groggy mind. She shot right up. I saw her go into the bathroom and heard the water running.
Good. I�ve done my duty for today. Back to bed I went.
Ahhh . . . all in a hard day�s work.
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