Greetings Citizens of Chocko-Blocko.
Be prepared to enter my world of Good & Evil. I am not trying to be grim, nor shall I deceive or fill you with false illusions. My life is a script, and you my Friends/Citizens are directors and players. Welcome to the world of VASTAMAN, ‘Jamaica’s first superhero’.
There’s so much more to explain about my acquired mystic status but for now let me just Blog-Opera my profound life’s ode to one and all. Weekly I’ll Blog-Opera my mystic journey towards Resurrection and Superhero status, but rest assured the blogs are based on topical events. Just like the town of Abbottabad in Pakistan, Camden in London City, Flatbush in New York, and Half-Way-Tree in Kingston City, Vastaman’s city of Chocko-Blocko is your typical urban setting.
Visit any time, you’re now a Citizen. Air your views, get involved, and just make yourself feel at home as this is your city…..uhhh, did someone just mention Bin-Laden????
Interior: Car, A40 Highway. 8:00 am.
On the streets of Chocko-Blocko citizens call me Vastaman. My Mother, Mama Mention, named me after my father so whenever my parents bellow my name they address me as Junior. “Who gives a damn??”, I hear you ask. I do! By the way, the citizens of Choco-Blocko and Mama Mention call my father Daddy Buster.
You will be.
Interior: Car: A40 Highway. 8:00am. (Continuous)
Press-gas di plane soon Land! You’re driving like Gaddafi impose sanctions? Drive faster woman!
Junior tell you fada fi shut-up!
Mum can you stop calling me Junior.
But me name you after you fada.
Yeah, and you hate him.
Listen woman, me know dat yu hate mi guts, but you CANNOT drive 10mph in the 80mph fast land!
Junior ask you fada why I hate him.
Sure mom, after you answer the police. They’re signalling you to pull over.
Interior: Car: A40 Hard-Shoulder. 8:45am.
Back in 1998 I served 3 years in prison for smuggling 1 pound of high-grade ganja from Amsterdam. Ever since my release I’ve kept my hustle tight. For instance, it came as no surprise to me that my illegal Dutch activities were being monitored by a member of the Chocko-Blocko community. What we call a RAT! I just want to keep my nose clean, keep out of trouble. Now the cops are pulling my 65 year old Mother over for driving too slow.
Exterior: A40 Hard-Shoulder. 8:55am.
Do you normally drink overproof Jamaican White Rum at this time of the Morning Sir?
Yea Man! Yu done know….BURP! Yu eva drink ‘Reel-Up-Tan-Pon-It-Long-Depth-Charge-Run-Up-And-Down-Pickney-Come-Down-And-Magnum?’ BURP!!!
Pardon? Don’t get lippy with me son.
Mi look like yu daddy?
Step out of the car and keep your hands where i can see them!
[Continues Next Week…]