January 3rd, 2010
I started this blog in 2006.
Nothing has changed.
I'm still an idiot, swinging around in my underware, saving a city that doesn't want to be saved from complete pshycopaths. It was freezing out, as it always is on New Year's Eve. It's New York. It gets cold. There were masses and masses of people, Kathy Lee Griffin being her usual bitchy-funny self, the ball in clear sight (did you know they used green energy this time?).
I always spend New Year's out in the cold in my thermals, making sure nothing happens.
Guess what?
Something happened.
I saw a familiar green figure on a familiar green glider. He wasn't doing anything, wasn't attracting attention, which made me even more uneasy. After a fight and some name-calling, I was thrown into the tower that holds the ball. And, what to my wondering eyes should appear but a minature bomb and eight tiny fuses. Oh yeah. When the ball fell, the New Year would've started with a bang.
I had to be careful. If I caused a scene there would've been chaos. There were thousands of people out there. The word "bomb" would've sent them into a frenzy.
I made my way down there, careful not to be seen--this was easy, since the bomb was well-hidden, which meant I would be well-hidden. Defusing the bomb was easy, which was what I didn't understand. Why would the Goblin do something so easy to be stopped? It didn't make sense. I looked up at he was on his glider, cracking up. And then he brought out a remote.
"No!" I screamed, but he pressed it and something exploded far away. He didn't give a damn about the throngs in Times Square. It was a diversion for something bigger. And now people are dead.
I helped as many as I could, I swear I did. I didn't know. He bombed an entire block after the Chamelon (yes, it was him) stole millions in cash from the bank. It was so cold as I swung over there tears were frozen on my face.
It was a cold reminder that I can't always be there in time, that I can't always do the things that I know I need to do. It kills me. It makes me want to rip of my mask and tear it to shreads. But I have to endure it, because that's what people like me do. Endure it until we get to the light at the end of the tunnel.
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2010 is our year, Spidey.
--Brooklynn
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Subj: New Year's
There are some sick people in the world, and some people take the holidays and twist and contort them to squeeze the festivities dry. This is a new decade, a new era. Give it time. Things will change.
--Daredevil