The Super: Eyes of Jade

American woman narrates her (dark) misadventure-ordeal concerning her newfound 'psyche'-link to her eccentric/psychotic building-super for a New England electron.

A life-eye 'jitters' portrait/fiction for your last March-Sat. (thanks for reading!), 

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"There I was happy moved-into my new (New England) Boston-town pad for things of incomplete-arts for my sports-writing as a post-grad American woman seeking modern Earthling bound-Rationalism for social/media culture and thinking my living complex super, Mr. Amlan Satan (eccentric Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American 2nd-gen immigrant and Wall-St. fortune-winner during the '09-year mini-crash with Ford.-co.), a prototype capitalist-turned-investor of housing/apartments of the American Homeland who oddly distributed to all his tenants (new/old) his stick-figure crayons of modernized child-audience marketed Roman Centurion soldiers/drones figurines for everyday-securities comedy (Facebook-like!)."

ME: I love this area of Earth, Mister Satan.

SATAN: Cool (Facebook-like).

ME: What did you mean when you gifted me my own Centurion-figurine Saturday?

SATAN: What do you mean (Selfie-like)?

ME: I mean, what did you mean asking, "Centurion remind you of me, tenant?"

SATAN: Maybe I like to take psyche-notes of Bostonians for housing-journal, ok.

ME: You're some kind of psycho-anthropologist, Mister Satan.

SATAN: Yes, maybe, ha...but I'm not psycho...I like Boston-town back-story, ok.

ME: You give me 'funny' New England English-language(s) feeling you like spying!

SATAN: Better a human/humanoid than a slimy-green Martian spying on humans.

ME: Umm...right, sure...odd sentence...but sure, yes, ha (ok!).

SATAN: Take it easy...enjoy your Saturday-AM Boston-town park walk and all.

ME: You know I take those?

SATAN: I look at who's going in/out of my building with my eye-camera, lady.

ME: You noted me in jog-gear on Saturday AMs, eh, Mister Satan?

SATAN: I'm just a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American with photo-eye for Boston.

ME: Sure, right...thanx (I guess!)...Facebook-like).

SATAN: Farewell (stay safe, Selfie-like).

"Friends, I had no idea what as (actually) going-on with my eccentric/curious/spy-eyeing super in my Boston-town (New England) English-language(s) comedic/crayon-drawing(s) experiences moved-in pad/apartment for 21st-Century Selfie-lifestyle things (damn!). My eccentric super, Mr. Satan (Amlan), turned out to be an American psycho, invested much more heartily in spying on his tenants (new/old) than anyone realized; and he was convinced he was part of some Robin Hood journal-mission to investigate what modern American Homeland citizens (tenants) were potentially part of some black market diamonds activity for pro-capitalism 'examination-hyperbole' work/doodles. In-deeds, he marked me as a potential gems-smuggler and kept-eye on me, a normal American woman working as a law-office clerk in Boston-town (New England)."

DETECTIVE-CHARLES: You've my sympathies, lady.

ME: I'm gonna adapt this 'misadventure' into a cyber-write or time-capsule, sir!

DETECTIVE-CHARLES: I believe you...you shot Satan in self-defense, ok.

ME: I got a gun-license for (personal/private) home-defense, detective (damn).

DETECTIVE-CHARLES: You insisted to us Satan marked you as a gem-smuggler!

ME: Well, that's the eerie-truth here, sir...and he had a mask and chloroform.

DETECTIVE-CHARLES: He intended to inoculate you to extract weird confessions.

ME: It was his private/secret 'confidential' pro-capitalism monitors heroics-work!

DETECTIVE-CHARLES: Mr. Amlan Satan's being treated for criminal-insanity, lady.

ME: He was obsessed with modern 'fortunes' cinema in New England, detective?

DETECTIVE-CHARLES: Sure...Selfie-like (for Heaven/Hell).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)