Only 10% of
addicts beat their addiction in rehab. As a kid, I did everything half-sure yet
whole-heartedly. I would push my dinner to the side of the plate to make it
look like I ate more than I did, just to get my slice of God for dessert. My
closest friends were vitamins and minerals; the kid that ate fossilized pizza
and had a 99 cent store laugh. Words would weave their way into my mind. Give
me more than just a sentence. The back roads made Shakespeare more accessible and
I feared calm, not crazy. My first encounter with abstract reasoning was when I
made $31.08 over the summer, circa 1995. I fabricated a lemonade stand in front
of my house but I didn’t sell lemonade to the neighborhood humans. I sold them
the electromagnetic spectrum for $1.25 - it was like a global hotbox of sorts.
Even to this day, I still have a reckless disregard for the truth. Over the
next few years of life, I spent most of my time mapping out my brain and eating
polygraph tests. If the glove doesn’t fit, then you must acquit. My humans sent
me to a university in Spain that changed their whole curriculum when I offered
my suggestions. The reason education is failing our youth is because they aren’t
learning things with all 5 senses. I explained that much like the concept of immersion to learn a new language, students should be immersed into their studies
with more than just their eyes and ears. Shake the camera a little bit. Quit
chewing vegetarian gum and reload the gun of idiosyncrasy. Voir dire. I watched
the running of the bulls. The worst part is pretending to be ok. There was
something in the water.
I pull myself
out of a recycle bin filled with narcoleptic rubber bands. I’m on board a plane
whose passengers are a mix of Japanese cattle ranchers and hedonistic
fishermen. I’m not going to dress like a fisherman if I want to attract
dentists. The flight attendant takes role. Here. Here. Here. Heroin. Here.
Here. My cones don’t work as well at night but I manage to read that I’m flying
with the Malaysian Airlines. It doesn’t depend on anything. It depends on
something. I take a seat next to a dense fisherman who’s living vicariously
through his meal. What do you season placenta with? He tells me that the
survivors of Chernobyl were all drunk, paralytic drunk. Half my life is just
waiting, interpret that however you’d like. Over the intercom, a female voice casually
informs us that we’ll make meaning together. 1000. 1. 1000. 1. Vendors walk
down the aisle selling cans of cake and unscented candles. A fellow sitting 3
seats in front of me buys a candle. What a cold, calculated decision. A band
pulls up next to our plane in a fog of deconstructed hornet’s nests. I
appreciate the danger but don’t cave in when the flight crew abandons us and start
to swim into the band’s wagon. Everyone but me swims into the band’s wagon. I
stay in the plane. Motionless. Emotionless. When plots are not linear it’s best
to pick your poison.
Morality has
changed. The other day happens every day. Others say he was no longer Gage. The
only place this writing exists is in your mind. The irony of being innocent in
prison while someone who is guilty lives in the outside world. Who blinks
first? I clap my hands to signify that I agree with what Dr. Bedlam is trying
to explain. He’s a comical psychologist who holds grudges like babies. Good stuff
is my fault and bad stuff is their fault. I sleepwalk into society. Psychology is
the science of pulling habits out of rats. The point is for you to feel
something. Just because I’m a kid doesn’t mean the feelings I feel aren’t real.
I set up shop next to an actual lemonade stand. My stand is selling nervous
breakdowns for $1.21. When it comes to money, principles go out the window. The
girl tries to compete with my profits but prices herself out of the market. I’m
shooting in the dark. I am dark when I shoot. Homicide is Latin, croissant is
French.
When you shock
my senses you are just delaying the death of the Little Albert Experiment. I
live in a body where the root of suffering is attachment. Negative numbers were
once called absurd. We dwell on the past when there isn’t much future left. Trading
genes like Pokemon cards. The silence is deafening, like an amphetamine withdrawal.
I watch myself stack blocks of ripe sarcasm. There’s a microwave in the oven
and the numbers are in baby talk.
I look into it’s reflection and see a glimpse
at an older me. I deliver a smile. I watch experiences running down the streets
of Spain.
They look like bulls.