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Rated: 18+ · Book · Fantasy · #1712884
Why I want to write a book
Thoughts on life and society can be pointless, but that's what books are for. I've never enjoyed reading.
It's always been difficult for me to read. Sometimes, I imagine little demons pulling at my eye lids.
The Devil is in the details. I like people, who can act. They're fun to watch. I guess I wish I could be an
actor, but I just don't have that charm and I stutter. My life is meaningless. I just lope from one place to
another. I think that's my strength. Most people need a career and family. .. Family is a nice idea, but
I've never had a nice family. Is this becoming annoying? ...

Let's start with Vertago! He's cool and a stud. He also is popping up a lot in my movie watching. The mind
can make association: like is the guy on the radio talking to me? Or why am I seeing so many eye balls in
my movie watching? Jeeeze! I just saw CASE 39. A really scary movie with an eye ball scene that's very icky.
This guy has a hornet come up out of his eye's lid.. tear duck. Any who, it's scary. Well, when I was
Veratgo on Private Games.com my picture was of my left eye.
It was trippy. Just a note to the CASE 39 writers: Lilith is not evil. I'm talking about Adam's first wife, expelled
from Eden, because she "Would not be his beast of burden." Lilith is the first feminist in Bible Lore,
she is immortal. So you can't drown her. Nope, only God can stop her.

Okay, this Vertago guy is still effecting me. Strangers will look at me and cover their right eye, cars will shut
one headlight off. That's dangerous! I had an elderly woman pinch my butt an call me "Vertago." in the mall.
There was a Vertago concert. There is a Vertago song by U2. I started writing about Vertago in the 90's on an
Australian web site Private Games.com. That's when I was working at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart was awful.
I had an over night manager slap me in the face.
I just wish people would stop dropping pennies around me. I mentioned that Abraham Lincoln is looking to
the right, while all the other presidents are facing to the left, because he was assassinated. Now, I get penny's
dropped around me. I wish I had mentioned the dollar bill and the star of David over the eagel's head.
It has twelve stars in it for the twelve Apostles. Feel free to throw dollars at me.

Reflections: I wasn't completely honest about what I said about the penny. I was quoting the old Civil war
lore Lincoln was facing right because he freed the slaves and turned his back on the brotherhood. That's
what I wrote on Private Games.com. I'm not in favor of slavery.
June 13, 2016 at 3:26am
June 13, 2016 at 3:26am
#884504
I first met Peter at a hearing exam.
There was just the two of us, standing
opposite each other with headphones
and the examiner at a sound control panel.
We would raise our right hand when we heard
the beep.

This exam took place at the Peabody grammar
school. We were boys and Peter had been sent
to this exam from St. Peter's grammar school.
I smiled at Peter after the exam and he hit me
in the temple. It sounded like a hammer hitting
wood and I felt dizzy.

The examiner took Peter outside the examination
room and returned to ask me if I was okay.
He flashed a tiny pin light across my eyes.
I didn't see Peter again until High school.
I noticed Peter in my homeroom on my first
day at the Fundamental House of Cambridge
Ringe High School.

He walked over and hit me in the temple
and jaw.
I picked him up and tossed him into a desk.
He ran out of the room.
We were called to the principle's office
and told to behave.
I asked Peter why he hit me.

"I don't like your face." he replied.
He wouldn't give me anything more specific.
Over the four years, Peter repeatedly attacked
me. He'd hit me and I'd toss him.
I guess I'm more of a wrestler.
Several, years latter I met Peter again.
I greeted him and he said, "Fuck off!"

A friend from high school has informed
me Peter Callahan is dead.
He was married and had two kids.
He was a bus driver.
And I believe he was a psychopath.
I still don't like him.




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