Free Association

Not being able to rant is a really hard thing for me. I've seen at least 3 things that I could go on about. But I won't. A promise is a promise. So hmm.. what else to post. I'm just going to free associate. I think I'm getting sick. Yuk! Actually, there's no thinking about it, I think I am sick. Being sick usually make me just sit around and think. For me, this is a very dangerous thing. Who know what could come into my head if I just leave it open. Right now, there's some Bob Marley music playing... man, he was a cool dude. I don't think I can stand having dreads though. I think all that dirt would freak me out.

I bet some of you are reading this and thinking.. man, this is time I'm never going to get back. Well, you're right. My throat sure hurts. Typing is a lot less painful than talking to people on the phone.

I was just reading this monologue I wrote a while back. It sure is disturbing. It's amazing I can write something like that. It's too long to post here, and it is too disturbing to be a posting here anyway I think. I don't know who you people are. You'll probably have me committed. I do think the monologue is very good.

True story about how I wrote this. During college, a few of us were driving through some very rural areas in Mississippi to some casinos. On one of the long paths in the middle of nowhere, I was in the back seat with a pad of paper. I thought I could kill some time writing or drawing something. I had nothing. The paper stayed clean for hours. I got a bit frustrated with nothing coming into my head to write or draw, so I started looking out the window. Nice quite country scenes. It was quite nice. We were driving through a small town when I saw her. A young girl, probably not even in her teens. She was just standing there with a blank stare. It was as if there was nothing inside, a shell of a body just standing there.

Her expressions weren't scary or anything like that. Just a blank stare, if anything it looked a bit sad. For a moment there, everything seemed to slow and then our eyes met. There was a sensation that surged through my body. I was frozen as thoughts and imagery flooded my mind.

In a matter of seconds, the world sped back into normal time, I yelled for the people in the car to look at that girl. “there’s no one there” they replied. “I’m pretty sure the town’s abandoned.” Not wanting to lose or forget anything that was seared into my mind I quickly started writing. The result was the monologue.
True story.

I’m going to rest now. I think my throat would appreciate that. Night.