The Memory

Three days later. I realized who he was...

The Memory

Long Beach Transit Journal:

Written from the 103 bus from Lakewood to Downtown

 

My memory came back to me as the words do you remember me echoed of the chambers of my skull. After a few pensive minutes, I did. It was a few weeks back on lonely nights. I felt like me against the world and I only had Jamison at my back: well five of them chased with PBRs. I walked up the dark, cool streets like a man on his way to the gallows.

 The hangman and not the hanged.

Rage had his arm around my shoulder, whispering wrathful plans against all who went against me. Past enemies and future foes must pay!

The new black boots I bought abused my feet and I still had so far to go. It seemed like miles to Long Beach Blvd where the 60 bus would scoop me up with the rest of the damned and the forgotten scraped off the bottom of life’s shoes.

 The streets were deserted, having the feeling of an seaside, urban ghost town. The darken windows of transient one bedroom apartment stared at me. The clicking of my boots echoing off of the fog stained sidewalks was the only sound. Like the prelude to a Jack the Ripper flick I strolled with each step the rage intensified. Self-victimization was the fuel driving the transportation to my boredom and loneliness. Suddenly, I heard feral voices straight ahead. It was a drunken pack of Millennials.

Written from the Del taco on Carson and Cherry Ave: via cell phone

 

Chanting. Laughing. Lollygagging. Their joyous shrills made my blood boil. I remember when I was young and reckless. Now I was middle aged and mad. Angry. A volcano with slanted eyed with tunnel vision

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

Unusual narrative - I mean that as a compliment. It doesn't sound finished, though. Is this the beginning to a longer text? I'm curious to see what happens next!

[Judas Hammer]

Thank you. Yes. I have another entry its the non linear part of the story the green light. Either way thanks for the read Jeremy and the comment...