"They [Young People] have exalted notions, because they have not been humbled by life or learned its necessary limitations; moreover, their hopeful disposition makes them think themselves equal to great things -- and that means having exalted notions. They would always rather do noble deeds than useful ones: Their lives are regulated more by moral feeling than by reasoning -- all their mistakes are in the direction of doing things excessively and vehemently. They overdo everything -- they love too much, hate too much, and the same with everything else." Aristotle on Youth.
Part.1
Growing up I was an overly confident little whippersnapper never backing out of trouble or physical altercations.
Perhaps this was an overcompensation for my VC and people bullying me in the hood.
I quickly gained a reputation for being fearless and won more than my share of fights, usually through dirty tricks.
One day me and some older boys from the hood went to fight the neighborhood gang across the park.
As we were crossing the park an old chinese guy was doing some strange dance move under a tree.
I started mocking him to appear cool to the older guys.
The old man walked slowly over to us while all the time looking down on the ground.
When 3 feet or so away from me he raised his head and looked at me like he could see straight through me.
He placed his index finger to my forehead and said:
- So you think you are strong man, very strong man.
Then he smiled before he made a snap with his finger right between my eyebrows.
It sent me flying backwards like I had been hit by a truck and knocked me unconscious.
I woke up 10 minutes later with a crowd of people around me feeling pretty embarrassed.
The old man was gone.
That night I had the strangest dream.
I fall out of the belly of a war plane... rapidly towards the ground.
Tumbling through the air, splitting clouds in half, swallowing pieces of them while I fall.
Eating the clouds makes me fall slower and the moment I realize this I start grabbing whatever piece of cloud I can get my hands on stuffing it into my mouth.
All of a sudden I am weightless and stand totally still in the middle of the air just hovering.
I feel something stuck in my throat and start to cough intensely. The coughing is so violent that I turn a summersault.
My equilibrium gets thrown off and I feel sick. Then I vomit.
A fountain shoots forth out of my mouth, a fountain of nails.
They form a road in front of me, like a fakir's mat shaped like a snake into the distant.
I try walking ontop of it but my feet sink into the nails like they were made of butter… An inner voice tells me to walk on my hands.
This works better and I start walking along the fakir road, not on my palms but with my fingertips like I am playing the piano.
The speed at which I am moving intensifies and all the nails and finger movements turn into a blur. The blur turns into a purple fog and I am on my feet again trying to push my way through the fog like it was an amazon jungle.
A thought comes to me: - I wish I had a machete, it would make things so much easier.
An object appears in my right hand that resembles a machete. I look closer and see that its a dried flat mackerel.
I throw it like a boomerang into the fog splitting a crack just large enough for me to squeeze through.
Then I am standing in the park under the china mans tree.
I look at the tree and see the china mans face in the tree bark, his face laughs at me and leaves fall down around me. When they hit the ground they become teeth with small feet. They run over to a trashcan next to a park bench and jump into it.
I walk over to the trashcan and peek into what looks like a dark chasm.
Then I fall into it and everything turns black…
I wake up confused in my room and feel around my mouth for my teeth.
They are all there.
To be continued.
Dr. Heinz Fraudster
Pharmacist
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Fri, Jun 14, 2013 8:57 PM
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