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That lifetime of police training, hard work, and dedication change us. It can transform a man like me into a broken Mall Cop. Back in Jersey. Patrolling the malls endlessly, stopping criminals, and trying to help the community. Is it to be kind? Or is it to get stuck in that same old routine?
Complete immersion in the job that fills the cracks and holes in your heart. Just like peanut butter. I know you might like some but it doesn't taste the same without mom around to watch me spread it. Her spirit guided me and without it, I thought I was lost. Despite that though the Mall and the pride I take in keeping it secure may guide me. I try to fly on my own even in danger but the pain hurts. I had to let the bird leave the nest. Let my precious daughter slide on outta here.
I knew it was time and at that moment I never felt any better. Even after a horse kicked me! I tried to make a move on this police chick and she gave me her number. Tried calling her later but She didn't pick up. It seems no one will. Feels like I have to pick myself up. Have I fallen that far? Has my weight collapsed in on itself that much? I'm not too sure but I know my confidence has.
Maybe I meant to ride alone. Maybe I'm trying too hard Am I? I really don't know. One thing I do know is that in the world of online dating I suck! The whole thing is a dismal affair. I just can't find a match. I don't think I will. Maybe I'm too down in the dumps?
Who knows? But at the end of this journey I'll at least remember the good times. The good memories and also the good tunes. Don't get me started on 70s rock! Frankenstein by The Edgar Winter group. Now that's a Paul Blart pick right there. The seal of approval. Despite that though, the song just isn't the same anymore. Nothing ever will be and I think that's okay. I am a Mall Cop and that's all that will matter. Observe and report. The Mall Cops code. It's essential sure but as I write this I'm sobbing uncontrollably knowing that the code will inevitably vanish in a slow heart breaking decline that will consume the very nature of my being.
I consume sugar daily but the sorrow bites at me with every passing minute. Shoppers buy stuff up while I suffer eternally. Can I at least get a hug?!
A compliment?! All I have is myself and my Segway but that's okay. I know it is. Deep down. The shoppers don't. They just consume. I mean come on! Consumer consumption is crazy these days. The customers move like a flock of turkeys! However, the rise in online shopping has reduced the appeal of Malls.
They're still diverse, unique spaces that are deserving of security. As you may know, times are changing. The world is always different but I'm the same old Mall Cop deep down. The same one who'd sometimes see the older folk in their mobility scooters, the kids running. It's all a fading memory. A long-gone moment that's tired and weary like yours truly.
The Malls have a purpose but are dying off. I hope to be their watchful aid. A guardian angel. I can see it now. Paul Blart. Saviour of the Mall! Even so, I'm not seeing it. What your reading is all in my mind. I'm only dreaming as I know this might not pan out as expected.
An officer like me can dream but that dream isn't ready yet. It isn't even real. It's just a Mall Cops delusion. It's my psyche crumbling apart. It's a bitter pill to swallow. The profits of a mall rise with my sadness. My quest for sugar. The little man falls as he protects the malls. He does a job that's harder than it looks. The little man is only little on the inside.
That man on the outside is fat. That man is me. My heart is a mess. A place that beats to the drums and rhythms of old-time rock and roll. My heart is a place that's hard to fill. It's hard to control and messy hearts are as messy as security Jobs. They're both intense. They never stop until the last minute. I said this at a keynote speech but I'll say it again. A Mall Cop needs Spidey senses.
Just like the heart. Because if the heart can't fend off the horror that's clogging the arteries, it dies. But my heart's dying for a different reason. It's dying because there's nobody home. Nobody was there for me in my pathetic overhyped life. No Maya. No mother. Just me and my job as a security guard for the West Orange Pavillion Mall. Maybe I should enjoy this life. Maybe I should get immersed in the job. I could but there's no real point to any of it. It's a journey I'll take because there's nowhere else to go.
Nowhere else to be other than down at the Mall. The place where children would laugh as they fall in the ball pit. As criminals hide in secret and as decorated officers roam years later. It's a series of Paul Blart pastimes slowly rolling by.
Like the wheels on a Segway as the ride never ends. It's PM on a Tuesday. As go through the motions of my usual shift, I make sure everything is safe and in check. Then I stop! Frozen as I noticed the loving mother and her son holding hands. It's a beautiful sight to behold. So beautiful in fact that a repressed memory I've tried to control comes back to haunt me at this moment. A Monday morning. She walked outside for the paper and then She got drilled by a milk truck.
My own mother. The one who loved me the most. Through thick and thin. Through all the hardships and trouble. The love stayed strong. Forever lasting until it hit. The truck of depression. Now as I stand in shock this mother and her son walk away happily. Hand in hand. I reminisce on when I would hold my mom's hand as my body shakes. The flashbacks remove any positive feelings that lay dominant.
Soon after I become distraught by the intense losses I've endured throughout my lifetime. I stand broken. Basking in the horrific flashbacks that attack my mental stability. The road. The paper. The woman. Gone as the siren of the truck pulses into the cracks of my heart. The mom that meant too much. A loving mother that changed my life. I eventually found out that milk trucks still existed after seeing what had happened all that time ago.
One thing I know for sure is that the anguish and violent death of my mother will still try and strike me down. My only way to get through it is to grieve. Continually mournful. As I wipe away the tears I decide to return to my job of patrolling the mall. Hoping that no one turned to see the cries of a weak old Mall cop. A useless pathetic shell of a man. Cracking at the seems as he scratches his newly grown beard. I thought only my uncle could grow one but that was just a lie.
An abstraction. A thought to arrive later on in my long, expansive life. A life ruled by chilling memories. Moments made to rob my mind of any relaxation. They're here to only be a distraction.
I know it. I need to get away but I can't. The job of a Mall Cop is just too important for me to even leave. I know I won't. I'm stuck here as the siren continues to pass through my mind. Taunting me forever. Like my past failures. The failures that haunt the man I am today. The man in the mall. The man without a loving mother. The man battling his Hypoglycemia. His horrific inner demons. Dark recollections poised to wreck his fragile emotions. Standing still as I pause for a moment.
Thinking about what had just occurred 5 minutes ago. My throat hurts. Soon after I'm rushing into a bathroom stall. Tears roll down my face as I weep. Desperately grasping for control. My head hung over a toilet as the horrible pit in my stomach grows deeper. I can't hold back. I'm barely breathing.
Drowning in excruciating pain. Lonely as a star. I begin to cough rapidly. I worried for my sanity as my sore throat stings. Then I feel something. Slowly flying out of my mouth. A disgusting rush of vomit.
I slip down onto the floor. My heart sinks as I cry. The liquid violently spills across the bathroom floor. It drips onto my hairy, bushy brown beard as the endless river of tears continues to flow.
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