“handy” machines just fall to pieces. DB and I had to clean up his damn mess, and of course Michael was complaining the whole time about how he wasn’t a busboy. I mean, did he think I was having fun there?
Anyway, I tried to get them to understand what was really going on, but Jetman kept obsessing about his stupid gadgets and how they were so great and how they served out so much food. Oh, and Mr. Rock Star was “homeboying” it up with the kitchen staff. I mean, Drummer Boy was okay when he finally came out to serve, with plates in all six hands and up and down his arms, but he wasted so much time getting his ego stroked by the staff.
Now, y’all know I never bought into all the “hero” crap that Bubbles used to say. And my momma would say it was my Christian duty, but I don’t believe in all that, either. Jesus was a poor carpenter and he ended up dead. That’s what happens to poor people. They die young.
Sorry, where was I?
So it wasn’t about being a Christian or being a hero, it was about doing the right thing for me. ’Cause I remember when we used to go to the food bank to get food. And when we went to church soup kitchens ’cause Momma had been sick all week and hadn’t gotten paid for the time she had to take off. The ladies there had been real nice to us. They talked to us like we were people.
So that’s what I tried to do.
I talked to every person who came through that food line. I mean, there was Sam who’d been in the army. He didn’t say what happened to him, but he’d come back different from his last tour of duty. He couldn’t really look me in the eyes, but I could see he was tryin’ to. And Harriett. She’s been on the street for a long time. You know, when prostitutes get too old they can’t make a living turning tricks anymore. And their pimps don’t want them when they stop making money. It isn’t like there’s a retirement plan for old prostitutes. You spend the best years of your life [bleep]ed by [bleep]holes then you get a little too old and you’re tossed out like garbage. Nice world we live in, huh?
You know, everyone who came through that food line had a story. And all they wanted was for someone to either listen to them, or be nice to them. Someone to treat them like people.
So I tried to treat them like I’d want to be treated.
And we still lost.
So, yeah, I’m pretty unhappy about this week’s Discard. Even though DB and I have a tight alliance, I didn’t like voting off Jetman. It really wasn’t a fair challenge and he just didn’t understand what was going on.
But anyone expecting fair on a reality show or in life is going to be very disappointed . . .
Week 8: How the Cards Fall
Week Eight Recap: Face Off
This week began with a reshuffle.
With only ten contestants remaining, the four teams were folded into two: the Red Team, made up of Curveball, Earth Witch, Tiffani, Stuntman, and Jade Blossom; and the Black Team, with Drummer Boy, Dragon Huntress, the Candle, Holy Roller, and Rosa Loteria. Alliances were broken and re-formed as allies became enemies and enemies became teammates. New teams, new challenges, and new surprises await!
What better way to test the new teams than to have them face off against each other? That was the method behind the madness of this week’s challenge, a little something the judges called the Bodyguard Test. It would be one team’s task to escort a very special VIP to a designated hideout. The other team would have to snatch that VIP away from them. Who was the VIP? None other than judge Thomas “Digger” Downs, who had a front-row seat to the action this week.
A coin toss decided that the Black Team would be the defenders, and the Red Team would have to kidnap the VIP—or rescue him, depending on your point of view. Each team gathered to make plans, and sparks started flying immediately, especially between Tiffani and Stuntman. Tiff’’s still holding a grudge from the Scavenger Hunt challenge when Jamal knocked her off the road and out of the running. Curveball didn’t make friends with either one of them when she told them to get over it for the sake of