Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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60 !<br />
Football had been his life for some years until he got hurt. He got more pussy after<br />
because he had more time & needed new fields of conquest. Booze, too, had awhile become<br />
a sport but he grew soggy & glum. Depressed. Suicidal.<br />
But now here was a chance to twist things about, do something new.<br />
Find out what the fuck the boss-man was hiding.<br />
It happened the night he was expecting his one favorite TV show, TripTown, to be<br />
on & it wasn’t. He watched the new program awhile. John had smoked a lot of weed that<br />
day & drunk many cans of diet cola. He was high, rushing, trying to calm, & seeing his face<br />
on the TV made it better not worse. <strong>The</strong> black & white becoming color becoming a glowing<br />
pulsing throb, a metallic heartbeat & it would not end, the TV would not shut off, & he<br />
said Fuck IT to his little cabin & shakily dressed, put on his back the tall Army canvas bag<br />
he’d long had packed & ready in the one closet, & walked out, heavy black flashlight waving<br />
about the pitch.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cold air calmed him a touch, he’d wanted to go, perhaps should have waited for<br />
the sun, but maybe not. Now he had more hours to get somewhere & back in case the boss<br />
dog decided to appear with another “gift.” John was now one of his investments & he kept<br />
an owner’s eye on him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> map he had was maybe unreliable. He’d gone deep searching in cyberspace one<br />
night, high & paranoid, & found too much speculation based on too little fact. <strong>The</strong> map<br />
was one obsessee’s guess at the extent & layout of Boss Dog’s property. Much was empty<br />
but the trails he’d previously tested were accurate enough.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fear came on him slowly, & worse he realized it was not pot-induced. He was<br />
into something here & each step forward was deeper, & one step soon would be the last for<br />
any kind of retreat.<br />
That step came & he never slowed. It was time to get beyond sober boredom & see<br />
what he had left that was special, worth a shit. Boss Dog had picked him for some reason<br />
that night. Going to find out what.<br />
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lix.<br />
Slave to nothing, so preaches the guru, eats your TV, comes home in your bookbag,<br />
save me, save me, how it hurts, how so! Make it 10 steps, make it 3, do I have to believe?<br />
Do I have to show up? Can I write a check instead?<br />
Stands there with a chalkboard & a red candle, here’s how & then this & now that.<br />
Great big grin. World easy, world knowable, world the sugar live like a long wet tongue, it’s<br />
easy.<br />
Step one. Release your will. Give it to an idea, an idea inside a building, with a<br />
smiling representative & a friendly song. <strong>The</strong>re had better be a few smiling girls. Prosperity.<br />
Allure.<br />
Step two. None of it is your fault. It’s the flesh, it’s the race, it’s the cosmos, it’s how<br />
men dispute lowly among the centuries, how the flaws have grown & all stand impeded.