Chance to Work For
5-24-1999
I was walking through a mall when I saw a fight break out. Suddenly I see one guy in a black outfit jump up in place and kick to the sides, and then as he chases some guy, kicking like mad, he kicks all this stuff from the floor at him, too, shit flying everything. "That's gotta be Jet Li!" I said. "Noone's that fast." Then Jackie Chan arrived on the scene and they got into a fight, but it turned into a wrestling match and they ended up on the floor. The floor opened up and they fell through. I followed. It was some secret place down there. Some other chick followed me. Then the floor opened up again and Jet Li fell through, falling very far. I had a vision of him standing in front of a big minotaur-lookin' guy. Li had a piece of metal clamped over his mouth, and the minotaur said he would have to work for him for 9 months. He went to attack. The minotaur kicked. Li (now me, somehow) grabbed the leg, threw some kicks that did nothing, then was grabbed and carried away. Then Jackie, myself, and the girl fell down and hit the ground. The minotaur wasn't around, so I fled. I ran into Ryan, my instructor's son. He had me follow him down a hallway to watch TV with him. Apparently the minotaur wasn't around most of the time, and Ryan only had to work for him for a couple hours a day. "Well look at it this way. At least when you're done here, you know that you have to appreciate what you get a chance to work for." I asked Jet was he was going into, and he said sociology. I looked in the mirror of the room, and instead of seeing the room I was in reflected, I saw my parents' old bedroom, kinda wobbling like an acid trip.
posted by Phlegm at 11/24/2003
