The Credo of Nikolas "Mush" Meyers
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Oh, boy, that's a good question. That's tough, cause I believe in a lot of things. Where do I start?
Jeeze, I aint good at this sort of thing. Blink could set you at a table and talk for hours about what he thinks, same with Bumlits. I dunno about Jacky- he don't talk that much when he don't have to. Davey could tell you what he thinks. . . but honestly, it would be boring. I aint trying to be mean, it's just that I don't get a lot of what Davey says. He's real smart, you know? Real smart. Just like Race. So is Skittery, for that matter. A lot smarter than he thinks he is. But to tell you the truth, I don't think Skittery could say what he believes in anymore. I don't think he believes in much.
But what do I know? I guess that's all just what I believe. So there you go, that's a start.
I believe lots of other stuff, too. I believe what Bumlits says about the sky being blue cause there's a big old ocean up there, but no one drowns in it, and no one gets cold in it. Bumlits is part Indian, and I like the stories he tells. I like them better than Davey's stories about gas and rocks and water vapor, and such. Davey doesn't tell very good stories.
I believe that Boots is only ten years old, even though he says he's fifteen. He's too small!
And I believe Snipe shooter when he says he's a twen'y year old runaway from the Brooklyn circus. Most of the guys don't, but I seen stranger things happen. So who's to say he aint from the circus? He is awfully short. . .
And another thing. I don't believe Bumlits when he says he likes girls.
Oh, I know the girls like him. You should see it when Skitts and Blink and Bum go out at night. They may be dirty, but that aint a problem for the girls. You should hear them all squawking about how pretty those boys are!
But if you'd ever seen Bumlits and Specs together, seen them like I seen them, that day behind the outhouse on Kent street, then you'd start to wonder, too. I'm not stupid, you know. I hear what they say about me, but it aint true. I know what's what.
I know Specs didn't have something in his eye. I don't believe it, I know it.
But I won't tell. Because I believe Specs and Bum are good guys, even if they are. funny.
And that reminds me- there's something else I believe. I believe people don't know what they're talking about when they say that guys like Bumlits are queer and evil, and guys like Davey are rich and evil, and guys like me and Boots are dumb as dirt and evil. I think they're wrong, and one day, they have to realize it, they have to. That's what I believe.
Cause things can't always turn out bad for us kids, you know? We been kicked out, stepped on, left alone and hungry. . . boy, you don't know how hungry we get. Sometimes Skitts and Blink go to bed early, just to forget how much their stomachs hurt, even if it's a Saturday night! But things can't happen like that forever, you know? Sometimes they gotta turn out good.
I believe that, too.
See, I believe the world won't let a kid like me get lost in the grind. I mean, I aint stupid or nothing. I know New York, know it like the back of me hand. I know it swallows everything it touches. . . orphans, men in fancy suits, Irish ladies with hunchbacks. But. . . but it can't happen to me! Because. . . because the world isn't that mean. You know?
And. . . and I believe. . . that we'll all get out someday. At least Jack will, cause Jack deserves it, even though he's done bad things in the past, real bad. Things I couldn't tell you about and still be here in the morning. And the others. . . I hope we all will.
I hope we will. . . But I don't know. Sometimes I don't.
I believe there's an answer to every problem, no matter how big. God don't give you a problem you can't solve, or a wish you can't make happen. He only gives us what He thinks we can take. That's what my sister used to say. She wanted to be a nun, you see.
I believe my sister is still alive, and one of these days, I'll get to the bread wagon parked outside Doonbury Square and she'll be sitting on it, high as you like, and she'll pass me a cup of coffee. Someday. . .
Cause I believe in Someday. I gotta, cause there aint nothing else out there. You know? If you were me, you would know. And you'd believe too. You'd have to.
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Well, the masses said Mush. . . so there he is. I'm not sure I'm happy with this one- what do you think?
And now, for the shout outs:
Gothic Author- ( Really?? You think so? Yay! I was worried I made him too grouchy, so I'll take quintessential gladly! Thanks, though you're far too kind. And now that you've heard Mush. . . still impressed? *does some random anxious action, cause she doesn't bite her nails* Thanks again!
Klover- no fear, dahling, no fear, Blink is on his way. I just had to get in the mooood for Blink. *cracks knuckles* Actually, I just have to think of something to write. But no worries, he'll come soon!
Kellyanne- Thanks! *glomps Racetrack as well* He is just SO glompable. Glad you like it! And now, just for you dahl, a Mush chapter. . . though I fear it was crappy, I did what I could! *dodges rotten tomatoes* Ah, Specs. . . I understand, I quite understand. And he's to come soon! Thanks again!
Rumor- Rumor! Really? Thanks muchly, dahl. I'm glad it worked for you, since I'm still characterization-paranoid. . . if that's an actual disorder. I think it might be. Well, far be it for me to keep you waiting, so here's more! Enjoy and *cough* review. . . .
Shadells- *nods in affirmation* Yes, shadey. Yes he is.
Merp- Thanks! Your wows and votes of confidence are undeserved, but very very encouraging none the less. . . which is the long, rambley way of saying thanks muchly. And see that? I updated! Hoo rah.
Keza- Keza! *glomptacklegrape* you reviewed me! You REVIEWED MEEEE! Really? You like dahling? Then I shall certaintly continue it, just for you. (but don't tell the others. .. they get so jealous.) *cowers under Keza's not-quite-threatening threats* See? Updated. Good on me.
Keza again- *laughs along with you*
Glimmer- Why thank you, Dahl. I amuse me too. Far more than I should. He is SO fun! But isn't he hard, too? I mean, I always found him quite challenging, but then I'm challenged like that. Oh, be sure to tell me when your fic is up so I can leave lots of reviewerish love. And he is, isn't he? Here ya go!
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Oh, boy, that's a good question. That's tough, cause I believe in a lot of things. Where do I start?
Jeeze, I aint good at this sort of thing. Blink could set you at a table and talk for hours about what he thinks, same with Bumlits. I dunno about Jacky- he don't talk that much when he don't have to. Davey could tell you what he thinks. . . but honestly, it would be boring. I aint trying to be mean, it's just that I don't get a lot of what Davey says. He's real smart, you know? Real smart. Just like Race. So is Skittery, for that matter. A lot smarter than he thinks he is. But to tell you the truth, I don't think Skittery could say what he believes in anymore. I don't think he believes in much.
But what do I know? I guess that's all just what I believe. So there you go, that's a start.
I believe lots of other stuff, too. I believe what Bumlits says about the sky being blue cause there's a big old ocean up there, but no one drowns in it, and no one gets cold in it. Bumlits is part Indian, and I like the stories he tells. I like them better than Davey's stories about gas and rocks and water vapor, and such. Davey doesn't tell very good stories.
I believe that Boots is only ten years old, even though he says he's fifteen. He's too small!
And I believe Snipe shooter when he says he's a twen'y year old runaway from the Brooklyn circus. Most of the guys don't, but I seen stranger things happen. So who's to say he aint from the circus? He is awfully short. . .
And another thing. I don't believe Bumlits when he says he likes girls.
Oh, I know the girls like him. You should see it when Skitts and Blink and Bum go out at night. They may be dirty, but that aint a problem for the girls. You should hear them all squawking about how pretty those boys are!
But if you'd ever seen Bumlits and Specs together, seen them like I seen them, that day behind the outhouse on Kent street, then you'd start to wonder, too. I'm not stupid, you know. I hear what they say about me, but it aint true. I know what's what.
I know Specs didn't have something in his eye. I don't believe it, I know it.
But I won't tell. Because I believe Specs and Bum are good guys, even if they are. funny.
And that reminds me- there's something else I believe. I believe people don't know what they're talking about when they say that guys like Bumlits are queer and evil, and guys like Davey are rich and evil, and guys like me and Boots are dumb as dirt and evil. I think they're wrong, and one day, they have to realize it, they have to. That's what I believe.
Cause things can't always turn out bad for us kids, you know? We been kicked out, stepped on, left alone and hungry. . . boy, you don't know how hungry we get. Sometimes Skitts and Blink go to bed early, just to forget how much their stomachs hurt, even if it's a Saturday night! But things can't happen like that forever, you know? Sometimes they gotta turn out good.
I believe that, too.
See, I believe the world won't let a kid like me get lost in the grind. I mean, I aint stupid or nothing. I know New York, know it like the back of me hand. I know it swallows everything it touches. . . orphans, men in fancy suits, Irish ladies with hunchbacks. But. . . but it can't happen to me! Because. . . because the world isn't that mean. You know?
And. . . and I believe. . . that we'll all get out someday. At least Jack will, cause Jack deserves it, even though he's done bad things in the past, real bad. Things I couldn't tell you about and still be here in the morning. And the others. . . I hope we all will.
I hope we will. . . But I don't know. Sometimes I don't.
I believe there's an answer to every problem, no matter how big. God don't give you a problem you can't solve, or a wish you can't make happen. He only gives us what He thinks we can take. That's what my sister used to say. She wanted to be a nun, you see.
I believe my sister is still alive, and one of these days, I'll get to the bread wagon parked outside Doonbury Square and she'll be sitting on it, high as you like, and she'll pass me a cup of coffee. Someday. . .
Cause I believe in Someday. I gotta, cause there aint nothing else out there. You know? If you were me, you would know. And you'd believe too. You'd have to.
* * * * * * *
Well, the masses said Mush. . . so there he is. I'm not sure I'm happy with this one- what do you think?
And now, for the shout outs:
Gothic Author- ( Really?? You think so? Yay! I was worried I made him too grouchy, so I'll take quintessential gladly! Thanks, though you're far too kind. And now that you've heard Mush. . . still impressed? *does some random anxious action, cause she doesn't bite her nails* Thanks again!
Klover- no fear, dahling, no fear, Blink is on his way. I just had to get in the mooood for Blink. *cracks knuckles* Actually, I just have to think of something to write. But no worries, he'll come soon!
Kellyanne- Thanks! *glomps Racetrack as well* He is just SO glompable. Glad you like it! And now, just for you dahl, a Mush chapter. . . though I fear it was crappy, I did what I could! *dodges rotten tomatoes* Ah, Specs. . . I understand, I quite understand. And he's to come soon! Thanks again!
Rumor- Rumor! Really? Thanks muchly, dahl. I'm glad it worked for you, since I'm still characterization-paranoid. . . if that's an actual disorder. I think it might be. Well, far be it for me to keep you waiting, so here's more! Enjoy and *cough* review. . . .
Shadells- *nods in affirmation* Yes, shadey. Yes he is.
Merp- Thanks! Your wows and votes of confidence are undeserved, but very very encouraging none the less. . . which is the long, rambley way of saying thanks muchly. And see that? I updated! Hoo rah.
Keza- Keza! *glomptacklegrape* you reviewed me! You REVIEWED MEEEE! Really? You like dahling? Then I shall certaintly continue it, just for you. (but don't tell the others. .. they get so jealous.) *cowers under Keza's not-quite-threatening threats* See? Updated. Good on me.
Keza again- *laughs along with you*
Glimmer- Why thank you, Dahl. I amuse me too. Far more than I should. He is SO fun! But isn't he hard, too? I mean, I always found him quite challenging, but then I'm challenged like that. Oh, be sure to tell me when your fic is up so I can leave lots of reviewerish love. And he is, isn't he? Here ya go!