Life. To sustain life would mean you would have to do whatever it takes. Finding an occupation, a job, a career should not define what you are, what you did for the world should define you. We all sell out a little, and it’s okay. You bite your tongue, hold in your opinion and play the capitalism game, playing your shit disposable pawn role in life, to earn worth, currency that you need for goods and food. Not everyone live on a farm, and most prefer to shovel papers in an office than shovel shit to grow your own food.
So. We all need jobs. You come to a job, meet the people, grow with them as the days, months and years tick, become friends. Today I lost one of those friends. His name is Jacob. (thats him up there) Kinda tall, 6 foot something, Big head and long forehead; a type of shape I like to call “Wongtangular”. He also has a breed of a personality I like to call PseudoNeoTechHippie, A health conscious and healthy eating individual who believes in such tone and harmony with the earth, how to enjoy manly moments, what to look forward to in life and don’t waste a minute, stuff I’ve done forever. Probably the secondmost person I talk to more than Sarai. His gaming influences are more casual, point and click adventures, Resident Evil, horror games, your occasional blockbuster game he might go for, Bioshock. He likes adventure, and eye drowningly subversive environments which please the brain, over the games of skill, multiplayer shooting and or mmorpg, (yet his views on world of warcraft is positive due to the adventure and customizable views). He helped keep me with some neat shows, hack all types of handheld gadgets endless views and perspectives on all types of media. He was a gateway encyclopedia to the world, and it was great.
This man is the main guy I go to when I need advice, work or not, about music, life, food, health, bread, videogames, alcohol, you name it. he even taught me what he knew from such interesting conversations, him being my Yin to question my Yang, and then me to object, I’m a very arguemental type of talker; the type who probably bring into “Oh our own government bombed the twin towers, not Middle Eastern assassin terrorist boxcutterknife ninjas.” or.. “TEAM FORTRESS 2 ISNT A FRAG FEST, QUAKE 4 IS A FRAGFEST, THERE’S TEAM IN THE TITLE FOR A REASON YOU JERK”
Such tones in the day were often highlighted by our talking, through seperate projects on the side of the warehouse, to the back where air filters of the vacuum get thrown onto the side of the building, to the trophy building attic where I spend hours of hours, making the day so fast. I went to 4 concerts with him, 3 for Mew one for an east coast band, Denali. They’re good stuff, Especially with that one Mew show at 330 Rich, oh God. Mew sounded so heavenly that night; my ears rang with such life inspiring might that it convinces that such a life at this age, in this time is worth it, worth the constant fear of not having life nor dental insurance, how I shouldn’t be so afraid from being a penniless homeless person, how whatever misfortune may fall upon me, from the severely chaotic world we may call a reality, in some bizarre way, every broken link gets it’s missing piece welded to it, and we all move onto the next day, a repeat in our existance.
Not quite a mentor, he was just a friend who was experienced at the mmoprg you call life, who tells you which skills to invest in to provide maximum efficiency of a proper balanced class-tree buildset. Today we lost our captain, my role model. I know I’m being overly sentimental, but I was seriously bummed to hear Jacob left the mom & pop expanding company because he had his morals, how he didn’t want to support the company on a more will bending role, a supervisor who is supposed to assume more responsibility, to fuel this life consuming spawn of a monster I like to call the conglomeranti, if such a deadly spawn machine was built from the psuedotheories about an Illuminati, with the Capitalismistic Conglomerate machine; both combined to make the human rat cages we call jobs, running on the treadmills to make cogs and bolts spin, releasing life sustaining pellet pet food from a sadistic body grinding machine to produce more pet food.
He chose life over supporting the machine, which supports his existance.
This company won’t be the same without him, the day wont be the same without him, and I won’t be the same without such a great friend, I’d like to show you this page one day, but you’d probably argue with me about it about how I’m on some crazy shit, and how my imagination surpasses the our 270 degree eyesight and it’s probably kinda fruity to type a short eight hundred and thirty five word essay. See you, Jacob, a role model for 22 year olds everywhere.
