As rain pelted on our windows, the temperature also plummeted and brought with it a deluge of gropple that coated the grass. This is spring. Ha!! In other words, it was indoor time. Feeling bored and restless, I dug through some old files and stuff, and came across this little piece I wrote back in 1970! It’s certainly not as appropriate today, but I thought I’d share its raw simplicity with you.
The little piece
Strange things are happening to a certain mass of individuals we call mankind. Like just the other day I was downtown and on that particular day, the gray streets, huge buildings, and a large mass of mankind roaming about aimlessly, gave me this feeling of panic(I’d been feeling this way a lot lately), like I was lost in a prison with all those people and couldn’t breathe.
I became very depressed, so I walked up to some executive looking guy (briefcase and all) and I asked him, or tried to, “Sir, don’t you ever get depressed being here in the city all the time? Don’t you ever long for the green grass and…”
“Grass!! How DARE you approach me young man. You deserve everything you’re going to get, you, you, you … PUSHER!!”
“Sir, I…” After a vain attempt to try and relinquish the accusation that was thusly levied on me, I found myself admitting something I’d never even done. (My God, I’ve never even seen the stuff!)
I was arrested and given a fair trial. I told my story like I’ve just told you and the man told his, and well, here I am spending the next 25 years of my life in prison.
No, I don’t feel angry. Somehow, I’ve become resigned to it all. I figure if I’m good, I can get out on parole in 10 years or so.
You know, though, it’s funny. I haven’t had that panicky feeling in a long time…
Picture by Photo by Guy Hurst: https://www.pexels.com/photo/cells-in-prison-16293842/
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