[ren-i-geyds]: The Jeep motor vehicles company asked Interscope Records if they could come up with a song to promote their Jeep Renegade SUV model in an advert. Producer Alex Da Kid gave them a nearly completed tune that he’d been working on. The track was “Renegades” by X Ambassadors, and it proved so popular that it became a Hot 100 hit.
The House That God Has Forgotten Part 41: An era has ended.
I am still rapid cycling for those of you that wonder. At this moment I am myself. I talked to a friend today, it is amazing how people listening to you can make you feel better.
Enough about me. Let’s talk about the cold hard facts about what is going on at The House That God Has Forgotten. People are quitting, and for some of them tomorrow is their last day.
I am awful at saying goodbye. I try my best to avoid it, to hide myself from the awkward conversation about “good luck” or “I wish you well”. If I had the courage, I would tell you this:
Person X, (this is a composite of several people)
You have given me a lot of great memories. The telephone ringing and the look of exhaustion on your face as you have to answer the phone again. Your laugh when you see something funny, or even how you came up with a nickname for me that now everyone calls me.
You notice that my hair is growing and you touch it and say with that nickname how long it is getting.
I remember you talking about hair products once and it always makes me look at your hair when you are riding in the elevator.
The running into BC when an alarm goes off. The look on your face as chaos erups around you. Because most of the time when you work, something is always going on.
You never printed out the häktnings papers for me when I was working, so you made my job just a little bit harder because I would have to call you instead of reading something when someone new was going to jail.
I will miss you and your hip as you go through IPK. Your arms stretched like Jesus as I wand you over while you are wearing a skirt to make a point about something I never knew about,
Some of you I will miss you more than not. I will not miss you guy I had promenade with all the time. The fact that you made me turn down the radio was playing music, but it was ok to have it up high on P1.
I will miss you man with the longer hair. Moving to the 5th floor and then to Kronorberg. I will miss how you were always fast by the elevator when it was promenade, and how you always made me laugh so hard on the 12th floor. You are my favourite up there from the 10th floor. It will never be the same not seeing you there anymore.
The irishman, with the Hulk Hogan tattoos and his jokes. He makes me laugh. He is always a little kinky, and funny and well Irish. Another English speaker gone. Who will I speak Swedish to when we both have the same first language? Sure there are a few left, but they are leaving one by one.
You shaking my chair and saying hello to me. Reading what I write and supporting me in my craft. A fan, a someone who listens and makes me want to write sometimes. You inspire me. I would tell you that I still want to write to you, that I still would want you to read my blog and that I would even like to meet you again.
I say all of these things, because a couple of you I would like to hang out with, but I know it will be goodbye forever.
I am going to miss your hair. Weaves and afros and your smile and laugh. How you would yell behind us and want to know what we are gossiping about in IPK. The way you tell me that you hope one day I can make money with my writing. A dream I have that you see. You feel it and you try to support me in it. I will remember how you used the uniform scarf as a hair accessory, It made me smile admiring your ability to use the uniform in a new way. I want to see you again too, but I know as well that you will be another goodbye forever.
We counted 20 people that are leaving us eventually and these are just a few. I think of you and I know that you will be memories and stories.
“Remember when…” and then the faces will become new and they will never know that you existed. You. The people I will miss they will never have the pleasure of meeting.
Things will never be the same when you are gone in my eyes. Like I said, I wish that I could say that I would see you again.
Girl with the afro. My writing sounding board. The girl with the hair and the nickname and a few more. Some of you are friends here on Facebook and will follow me, and I will follow you.
As you start your new lives and careers.
You families and how they grow, or grow up.
Your vacations and your pictures having lunch with your families and friends.
Some of you may get married.
Some of you sadly maybe will get divorced.
You will se me and my blog.
You will se my daughter growing up.
And maybe someday you will read the book I am dreaming of writing someday.
These song lyrics run true when I think of you.
And I say hey, hey hey hey
Living like we’re renegades
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Leaving like we’re renegades
All my best wishes,