Ivester Contemporary
Last Day at Mojo's
RECEIVED Tue., Dec. 27, 2005
Dear Editor,
Re: My last day at Mojo's, Dec. 18, 2005: I first started to partake in the culture of Mojo's in 1997, then heavily in 1998 after the first girl that told me she loved me broke up with me. That was the day after my 25th birthday. Chris and Ron were sympathetic ears to my sadness. Several games of spades, bridge, hundreds of hours of bullshitting (really), porch drama (oh damn, porch drama), frat-boy fights (and the threats and golf balls thrown at us from the muhfuckas), drag rats and homelessness (including myself), drunken harassment, clouds of weed (and after all this time, I still did not partake), predatory males and females, death, marriage, divorce (and an upcoming marriage), loneliness, school, the insanity of life. I don't consider myself a representative of too many places. In this case, I do represent a place that houses people that don't have a home. Like many families, it is dysfunctional, but, love (in one way or another) was always around for the giving and taking. Before I go on to make more run-on sentences and spout all-around bad grammar, I shall take leave of Mojo's remembering the all-nighters in the spring, summer, and fall. Now that Mojo's Daily Grind is descending into its winter, hopefully the spirit of Mojo's shall spring up elsewhere. For me this is not a goodbye, it's “later.”
Re: My last day at Mojo's, Dec. 18, 2005: I first started to partake in the culture of Mojo's in 1997, then heavily in 1998 after the first girl that told me she loved me broke up with me. That was the day after my 25th birthday. Chris and Ron were sympathetic ears to my sadness. Several games of spades, bridge, hundreds of hours of bullshitting (really), porch drama (oh damn, porch drama), frat-boy fights (and the threats and golf balls thrown at us from the muhfuckas), drag rats and homelessness (including myself), drunken harassment, clouds of weed (and after all this time, I still did not partake), predatory males and females, death, marriage, divorce (and an upcoming marriage), loneliness, school, the insanity of life. I don't consider myself a representative of too many places. In this case, I do represent a place that houses people that don't have a home. Like many families, it is dysfunctional, but, love (in one way or another) was always around for the giving and taking. Before I go on to make more run-on sentences and spout all-around bad grammar, I shall take leave of Mojo's remembering the all-nighters in the spring, summer, and fall. Now that Mojo's Daily Grind is descending into its winter, hopefully the spirit of Mojo's shall spring up elsewhere. For me this is not a goodbye, it's “later.”
Chilimbwe Washington
